Moonlight spills over Soul Park, turning the misty paths silver. Rosmira and Jews drift past glowing booths and quiet attractions, the air sweet with night-flowers and warm amusement.
Somewhere far away, Eros smiles at the trouble she loves. With one languid gesture, she sends Leon and Nayla into a hazy moonlit stroll of their own, gentle and private.
Then another wave of her hand settles over Rosmira and Jews. The park seems to soften around them, as if the world itself is making room for conversation.
Jews
Well. This is suspiciously lovely. I almost trust the goddess.
Jews slips closer beside Rosmira, her tone light but her eyes thoughtful. She looks ahead at the glowing path, then up at the sky like she is measuring how fragile happiness can be.
Rosmira
The park feels quieter than the rest of the night.
Across the distance, in Eros's chamber, Madam Cleara watches the pink fluffy mirror screen with narrowed eyes, her posture rigid with careful appraisal.
Madam Cleara
A love test, then. Hm. I suppose we will see what survives honesty.
“I cant lie it is sweet and romantic. I have a feeling our little wolf pups are also on a fun little date. I guess this is one way on helping decide our futures.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled +2)
Rosmira
I cant lie, it is sweet and romantic. I have a feeling our little wolf pups are also on a fun little date. I guess this is one way on helping decide our futures.
Jews
Jews lets out a soft laugh, then glances toward the moonlit distance with a fond, knowing look. "That sounds about right. Eros does love a dramatic setup. And... yeah, it is sweet. Strange, but sweet."
The admission hangs between them like a lantern. Jews' shoulders loosen, and she reaches out to brush Rosmira's hand as they keep walking, unhurried.
Jews
"If Leon and Nayla are being given space to be honest, then maybe we are too," she says, her voice quieter now. "I do not hate that."
Ahead, a carousel turns in slow silence, its lights spilling over the path in soft rings. The park feels less like a test and more like a shared pause.
Madam Cleara
From the mirror screen, Cleara exhales through her nose, still guarded but less rigid. "Honesty is difficult. That is often where the truth of a bond begins."
Jews looks back at Rosmira with an open, searching expression, the warmth in her face making the night feel steadier. The quiet leaves room for an answer, if Rosmira wants to give one.
“While on there date eros and cleara flip over the channel to see how Nayla and leon are starting out. When they do they see the to wovles have decided to turn into there wolf form and run around the moon lit peaks.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Perception, rolled +2)
Rosmira tips her gaze toward the mirror screen as Eros nudges the view. The park path stays hushed, but the display sharpens into moonlit peaks far away.
Two wolves burst into view below the silver moon, one dark and one pale, racing shoulder to shoulder over the ridgeline.
Rosmira
Leon and Nayla are both in wolf form.
The dark wolf springs higher, then skids in a spray of frost, while the pale wolf pivots cleanly and bounds ahead with calm precision.
Eros
Oh, that is lovely. They are listening to each other already.
Madam Cleara
Their bodies speak more plainly than their words ever could.
Jews' fingers tighten once around Rosmira's hand, not afraid, just moved. On the screen, the two wolves slow together at the edge of the ridge, chests heaving in the moonlight.
They lean side by side, their silhouettes briefly matching against the bright peaks, and the image leaves the walk between Rosmira, Jews, and Cleara feeling steadier than before.