Ranuk was happy with the suggestion, and Tamlin walked with him out to the garden once more-- now it was lit with moonlight, silver-blue rays shining over the soft grass and a gentle breeze shaking the leaves in the trees.  The sky was awash with stars, shimmering in the deep blackness; Tam liked their glistening light, so far away but so beautiful...<br/><br/>He sat down on a low rock, carefully shaped to look natural but be comfortable enough for use, and turned his gaze back to Ranuk.  The demon nearly glowed under the moonlight, the moon sitting low in the sky, embraced by the mountains; he soaked up the light, and Tamlin found himself half admiring the way his fur looked, the way the gold ornaments shone so nicely...<br/><br/>Demon wine was very different than elvish wine-- Tamlin had been offered some, and he had tried it, curious and wishing to experience the taste.  Heady, strong, mesmerizing; it went to his head faster than what he was used to, and now the prince could feel the pleasant weight, the warmth in his core.  He had only really loosened up to dance once he'd had enough of the new drink, and vaguely he wondered if his mother and father had seen.  Would they be embarrassed, to see their son like that?  Would they have noticed at all...?<br/><br/>Tamlin hummed, blinked his dark eyes and leaned back on the rock, palms resting on the stone to support him.  He looked at Ranuk, wondering what the demon was thinking...  "Did you like the feast?" he asked, voice lilting and sweeter than before.  "We celebrate a bit differently, but I think it turned out well..."