<div class="floatleft">(http://i40.tinypic.com/29288wl.jpg)</div><strong>Alexander d'Artagnan VII</strong><br/>With:<strong> Miya Nakashima</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Is that an indirect compliment I hear?"</strong>Alex looked up at the sky. Dark, mysterious, never-changing, full of beauty; it almost seemed as if he was the night in human form. Alex enjoyed his best moments in the night, fencing spars or otherwise. He removed his rapier and set it on the ground as he sat, watching butterflies gradually surround Miya as they usually do. He yawned, then spoke,<strong>"I've heard that butterflies only gather around people whom are pure of heart. Says a lot about you, if I might say."</strong>Then Alex laid on the grass, continuing to look at the night sky.<strong> "Have I ever told you that my family bought me several stars in order to make a constellation just for me? Want to know what the shape is of?"</strong>Astronomy was not Alex's best subject, but that didn't mean he was not interested in it.<strong>"A dragon."</strong>