Ranuk nodded his great head, thankful for the suggestion. To be truthful he was a little cross with himself, embarrassed not to notice that the heat was getting to him until he was in such a state. As formidable as the demon was, he did have a weakness. Heat might seem mundane but he was a creature of the mountain, his thick pelt was meant for the long dark nights of winter and the howling winds of the snowy peaks.<br/><br/>Ranuk had admittedly been distracted, his focus had been wholly dedicated to the elf by his side. Tamlin had loosened considerably the longer they had danced, especially when Ranuk shared some wine with him. He was not a particularly skilled dancer, but the shape of his body and the way he moved captured Ranuk's attention.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was the rapturous freedom in his expression, the unabashed joy when he finally cut free from his stiff manners and let his limbs do as they wished. It seemed like a thing the elf didnt indulge in often, being loose and impolite. He seemed to have enjoyed himself though, and it reminded Ranuk again of their moment in the garden, when Tamlin tried to make overtures of understanding.<br/><br/>The stars were out by the time they made it to the garden. Ranuk was unsurprised to see that they had changed on him too. He has not been in the mountains in centuries, the evidence written in the very skies. It made him mournful even as he spied the moon settling between the crack of the mountain, like an egg in a nest.<br/><br/>That at least was familiar.