#[ i will admit that i am oddly charmed by hugh :joy: ]

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[Wish] "It's a cute little thing they've done, don't you think?" The stars that darted across the sky were made of magic and willpower, but there's a charm that they provide cannot be found by the real thing. It brings mystery and wonder to the already curious night of masks and illusions, and Hugh can't help but wonder what else the night has in store for all of them. "So, if you don't mind me asking...what did you wish for tonight?" With a wink, he draws the black feather he's been tasked to hand out for the night, holding it towards Selena. "If you're lucky, perhaps I can be of assistance?" He's mostly joking, though the offer's still there.

“It is,” Selena agrees, eyes trained on the lights overhead. Watching them twinkle and shine, dashing against the black backdrop of a makeshift sky, Selena realizes there is a poetry one could wax here over the ability of mankind to make its own hope; but Selena is not a poet. (They are lovely all the same.)

“Right, because I am unaware that a wish spoken aloud will not come true.” (But perhaps that is merely superstition—one that, beyond her hometown, her home country, her continent of origin, is scarcely known nor heeded.) Still, her voice is oddly calm as she speaks, amicable despite what is very likely intended by the man’s words—perhaps it is the moons that she has spent at the monastery, time that calls for less vigilance and hostility than that within a proper army.

“That said,”—and here, she takes one of her own string of pearls, exchanging it for his black feather—“it never is a bad thing to have allies when you need it.”

“I am Selena, a Golden Deer professor here. You are?”