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Lucida still remains silent and continues to pet Gladus, but this time, a third of her hands comes up, two fingers extended, and tries to intercept some of the falling glitter. She succeeds and gets some on her finger, but the sparkling powder still fades as it leaves Gladus. She wonders whether it fades due to being a former part of him and then losing its magic as it leaves him, or if it is a magic illusion in and of itself. Given Gladus' company, she settles on the latter explanation, but it only succeeds in making her wish she knew his species.

Still, she continues to pet him, aware of the great privilege that she is allowed in doing so. With another hand, she pours some cherry cordial into a glass and gets it ready in case he looks thirsty.

"I wouldn't mind the long version, not at all," Thomas says, settling up against Antoinette. He scoots himself between Antoinette's equine knees, leaning against her snow-white body, the position perfect to put his arm around her waist as if he's leaning back on a couch and spreading an arm. Antoinette reciprocates by holding him in turn, and each finds the others' hand, their fingers entwining.

"Oui madame, I am not as familiar with your story," Antoinette says, her fair skin turning rosy by the tender moment. "I would like to hear it as well, if it is not too much to ask."