The night was aglow with the blazing red, oranges and yellows of the dancing flames of the large campfire that was set up in the middle of town, kept burning with timber and wood.

Beings of all ages and species had gathered in this village, known as Etheria, one of the few areas open to both humans and creatures of supernatural origin. Because of this, though it was mainly populated by fae, seeing other creatures was a common occurrence.

In the shadows, standing further away from the festivities than everyone else was a particular fae, his arms littered in tattoos that nearly seemed alive, pulsing and flowing across his tanned skin.

Like many other fae, he was an empath, and found more joy in the pleasure of others than his own. Perhaps that was why he simply stood there, off to the side, a curious look on his face as he examined tonight’s visitors.