The feel of her hand grasping his only made the feeling stronger, though he too might have liked to be left to enjoy the waltz. But the dreams he dreamt had their own agenda, and something seemed to have resonated with her.
“Strange colours,” Savino murmured, as they moved past another couple, “colours that weren’t really there. But they had - tastes and sounds?” It sounded odd even to his ears. Maybe it made just as little sense to her. “And then everything was distorted by... a flash of light, I think, some kind of spell, something happening soon.” He still didn’t know what the colours meant, but he was certain - more certain by the moment - that it had been her face, particularly. “I’m sorry,” he said, apologetic again. He hadn’t had time to interrogate it in tea leaves or tarot. “I don’t know exactly what it meant.”
“Strange colours,” Savino murmured, as they moved past another couple, “colours that weren’t really there. But they had - tastes and sounds?” It sounded odd even to his ears. Maybe it made just as little sense to her. “And then everything was distorted by... a flash of light, I think, some kind of spell, something happening soon.” He still didn’t know what the colours meant, but he was certain - more certain by the moment - that it had been her face, particularly. “I’m sorry,” he said, apologetic again. He hadn’t had time to interrogate it in tea leaves or tarot. “I don’t know exactly what it meant.”
