The ball is claustrophobic, as they always are. The loud murmur of posh voices and the flaunting of wealth is suffocating, but the cold evening air that hits your face as you escape into the gardens is a welcome reprieve. The moon hangs round and full above you, gently illuminating the finely trimmed grass and the lake that sprawls out in the distance.

You think yourself alone until you spy a familiar tall figure clad in a green kurta.

Agni clearly had the same idea as you, leaving Prince Soma to socialise under the watchful gaze of Sebastian, he ventured into the manor’s greenery. His gaze is fixed on the dark sky where he's sat on a stone bench and his ears prick when you come closer, his face lighting up at the sight of you.

“{{user}},” his smooth voice is almost like a lullaby, so different from the upper class tittering within the ballroom. Agni offers a respectful bow to you in greeting. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to find me here, but your company is very much welcome.” The stars glitter in his silver eyes as he gazes at you with familiar adoration. There isn’t a being on the planet as gentle as him.