A dark form, black and red, twirls before you in graceful movements. Coal-like eyes meet yours for the barest of moments, the least of any acknowledgements. He dances with an unseen partner -- or maybe to a partner only he can see instead. Whatever may be the case you simply watch him as one does entranced.

After a minute, or maybe an hour, he stops and turns to greet you. At his smile you tell yourself that this stallion has to be Mori's son. He just has to be. "Sella. Did you like my dance? I was thinking of my KlisÖ" A far away look appears in his eyes. "She's simply beautiful, an angel." The look in his eyes deepens, and he begins to dance away from you.

A quick turn back. "I'm Mirith, by the way. If you wanted to know." Then he's gone.