Pale Moonlight's love of the opera was a thing of beauty. While he'd never tried his hoof at actually writing for it, the unicorn was so easily swept away by the sounds and the visuals. He got truly engrossed in the storytelling- which was why it was so surprising that tonight he'd actually struggled to pay attention at times. This wasn't his first opera premiere, but it was certainly his first with a guest so enthralling. Aurora Light had agreed to accompany him, and it had been an evening to remember. But the house lights had come back up and the spell had been temporarily broken, and now it was time for the night to come to its own finalé. Pale Moonlight knew how this would go. He'd walk her home, maybe kiss her goodnight, and then go home and try to sleep but end up writing music instead because that's how he functioned. Emotions equalled insomnia, and insomnia equalled productivity.But he wasn't really sure that's how he wanted the end of the evening to play out; more specifically, he didn't really want to let her go. It might have been incredibly selfish, but he wanted to spend more time with her. Even though they were musical collaborators, his feelings for her ran far deeper. The thing about Aurora was that there was something about her; some inexorable, inexplicable quality that just enlivened him. The dainty mare was incredibly invigorating to be around, and he felt like he could really open up and be himself around her. But they were quite dressed up; one doesn't go to a premiere underdressed, after all– and besides that, he'd monopolized her time far enough already. As they left the theatre, he tried to keep a nice, slow pace so that they could talk more on their way back.
"So, that was Verdi's La traviata! Did you like it? I thought the lead tenor was quite a standout!"
The lights of Phonyland's midway sparkled in the distance; the whole world was made of starlight. He was temporarily seized by the notion to take her in his hooves and spin her around; he wanted to dance, but there was no music, and he didn't want to be a spectacle- or scare her off. So he contented himself with a smile- a pale imitation of how he really felt.
Astraea Pandora
