<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">“Lead me to the gaping jowls of hell and I will follow like a lost puppy.”<br/><br/>She would be able to hear the smile in his voice.<br/>With a bow that went unseen he took her hand.<br/>His own was soft and warm.<br/>His entire aura was simply calm and peace.<br/>Vivid colors of creativity here and there.<br/>There was something else that hung in the air about him.<br/>Something one wouldn't be able to put a finger on.<br/>Almost as though he was other worldly.<br/>But that couldn't be it could it?<br/><br/>No surely that was one's imagination.<br/>No there weren't such things as...well not humans right?<br/><br/>The walk went without hardly a word being spoken.<br/>She might find that without thought she knew where she was going.<br/>Every light, every corner and even feeling people walking by her without fear.<br/>Natural ability or something more, hard to tell.<br/>It would all feel very natural.<br/><br/>“Where did you learn to dance.”<br/><br/>He simply asked after a little bit of walking.<br/>Out of the blue, she wouldn't have even heard the intake of breath so he could speak.<br/> <br/>“You really are something special...I don't care what you say. I don't get floored by skill like yours but once every decade or so. I must know more about you, if that is okay.”<br/><br/>Still that smile was heard in his voice.<br/>It never faded, part of his charm one might say.</span></div>