[ FIREWORKS ] - The outdoors might be assailed by the storm, but through the tall windows, you can watch as the Viscount bravely uses his magic to create a show of colorful lights arranged into various pretty shapes, battling the elements with a spectacle for the eyes.
[ LAST DANCE ] - The orchestra has retreated inside, and in the mansion's own personal ballroom, they start the music anew. The up-and-coming bard, going solely by the stage name Julian, refuses to be outdone by his rival Delancey's earlier performance, and so sings dulcet tones intended to keep the party going and couples in the mood.
Well, getting washed out of the main ball venue hadn't been expected, but after getting dry and spending some time milling about the Viscount's mansion, she finally finds Ephraim again. It seems his clothes are still damp, but much less so than before, which is a good sign; she wouldn't want him catching a cold because of this.
"Ephraim," she says to get his attention as she reaches him, curling her fingers lightly around part of his cape to tug him to a stop. She recalls seeing him on the dance floor with Nel earlier, how pleased they both looked together. Perhaps the extent of their enjoyment is part of her imagination, but she cannot help the bit of a pull in her chest she felt at seeing them. It's likely innocuous, and she feels ashamed of whatever feeling this is, yet she cannot help but to feel it anyway.
"I'm sorry I lost track of you. It was rather chaotic, that storm sweeping in, wasn't it?" She moves to stand at his side, though her fingers don't fall from where she still grips part of his cape. What is this? She is a princess, would-be exalt, carrying the bloodline of the Hero-King Marth in her veins. And yet...she wants to cling to someone for reasons unknown because she saw him dancing with another?
After a long moment of silence, her gaze is caught by color outside the window. Bright lights explode in the sky amidst the rain, the dark clouds a backdrop to make the bursts pop spectacularly. She lets out a soft, "Oh," in wonder at the sight. "Ephraim, look. It's beautiful."
Ephraim turns at the faint tug on his cape and finds Lucina. He should be prepared to see her, but like before he goes silent and his breath stills for a long moment. He watches her move beside him, hand still in his cape as she turns her gaze toward the window of the mansion.
Fireworks bloom in the night sky, fighting against the torrential weather, but Ephraim only notices the way the colors light up Lucina's features. Her radiance rivals the colorful array of lights that adorn the sky.
"It is," he admits. A dulcet tone drifts from the main ballroom behind them. Ephraim reaches for her hand, de-tangling it from his cape and intertwining their hands.
"Would you have the last dance of the night with me?"
