<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/1269205908227.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 10/10<br/>0/2 spell slots left.<br/></div></div>Some things never get old.  A sunrise is as beautiful at 700 years old as it is for a child.  The soft chill of a winter's night and the craving for the warmth of an open fire in a nearby cave do not lessen with age.  Such things can only be witnessed, respected and loved.<br/><br/>No matter how many times she watched Tyria dance, the vision never seemed to permanently burn itself into her eyes.  Instead, it always felt like a trance, the way the world can seem to speed up no matter how desperately one might want to slow it down, capturing the perfect moment in her memory for all time.<br/><br/>Alisandra couldn't help but smile, and if Tyria ever doubted that Alisandra enjoyed the dance, the tiefling knew exactly where to look to put such concerns to rest.