His song coming to an end, so too did the invisible choir silence with him. The magical majesty of his power was overwhelming. As the summoned army below faded into flurries of ethereal petals. The men earning their respite from an incredibly arduous training session.<br/><br/>Looking to her, he did not speak, nor did he smile at her attempted humor. Simply gazing into her eyes, as if searching.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">"A canary you are. For you sing at the first hint of danger that you smell. Though let me ask you this. Would you rather return to your own world? You original life of mundane survival in a concrete jungle, hounded by debt, unsavory eyes, and the rising toxicity of ever present pollution? Or would you rather sacrifice that all for a fresh start in a new world? One of magical splendor and hope for a better life, with the ability to take it for your own? The ball is in your court, lounge singer. Debt collectors and drug addicted exes cannot cross dimensions..."<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">He left off on that, not staying to explain himself or his seemingly <i>too </i>knowledgeable statements and questions posed. Simply leaving her to wander as she saw fit. Without any further hassle or fear of being accosted by anyone within the castle grounds.<br/>
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As he had turned, that entrancing tail did seem to caress her leg. The warmth from those smooth scales revealing the organic nature of it. Further evidence of his not being human, nor this being her own world.<br/>
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Beyond, as he strode casually within his gardens, the austere marble of the gate stood prominently within the flower beds and flowering trees. Seeming to be only a majestic empty archway. Showing nought but what was physical behind it, through its arch.<br/>
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Though it was already experienced. One step through it's arch, and she'd be home. Back through the blinding light of an endless corridor. Back to cell phone reception, and missed calls and drunken or drug addled voicemails. Back to a stained and decaying apartment in a dingy complex at the heart of a roughed up neighborhood. Back the neon lights of a cheap club, with an even cheaper bar. The cheap suits cheaper men trying to hook up with cheap women.<br/>
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Go home. To payments on a car that's falling apart. To three months rent overdue, and the gas shut off, with the water close behind since electric had just been paid. To the sirens and trains in the night, the gunshots in the darkness. Maybe even the occasional scream.<br/>
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All of this, visualized between the twin pillars of that archway. The dark inner city blinded by a single light. As a figure with dazzling scales and a tail passed in front of it all. Leaving the hinting trail of escape in his wake.</span>