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[Gale]

Gale run away with me-- lost souls and reverie running wild and running free   Midsommar is visibly delighted at the prospect of magic, and in her bright, wide expression, Gale finds that that the indigo shade of her eyes is not unlike the deep shadows of Islandres’ waters. Somehow, her happiness is spilling over to him. It is a little like when Pteron shares, but nothing about this feels fabricated by magic the way his brother’s happiness projection always did. It warms him, melting away the cold edges of discomfort that often plague his conversations with strangers. Her laugh sounds like rainwater on lava rock, and that is one of Gale’s very favorite sounds. “I can only show you the images,” Gale admits, “You’d need to come to Islandres to really experience it for yourself.” What she has said earlier gives him hope that she is not opposed to coming to take in the place with her own eye, but Gale is a realist, even if an optimistic one. “You could come see it now?” He proposes casually, and then: “as long as I’d not get in trouble for stealing you away, of course.” Though Gale had not commented on it at the time, he had not missed the fact that the girl in front of him is the daughter of a king. A former king, perhaps, but Gale has recently been reminded that as Islandres grows, so does the weight of his actions. Gale thinks nothing of inviting a friend – a pretty friend, who thinks he is pretty too – back to Islandres, but he must also think of his family there. And what of Eyas and the monsters in her nightmares; what harm might encountering a Pangean do? Islandres is a place of peace and quiet, and he sets that firmly against the way her gemstones glitter in the light. “Perhaps you might tell me about Pangea, on the way?” He does not rescind his offer, but there are places on the island where they are less likely to encounter anyone else. If Gale is still unsure when they arrive, he can always show her the billowing – but dry – lavender meadows on the southern shores. With this decided, he looks back to where Malachi has trotted into the dusk, and then back to Midsommar. “Are you a good swimmer?” @[midsommar]