The moonlight painted the lighthouse campsite in an ethereal glow, casting dancing shadows on the tower that seemed to hold secrets of their own. Zeno, a fae specializing in nature-infused fire magic, stood atop the lighthouse looking onward, his insectile wings shimmering like a beacon adorning warm vivid colors of orange and red with a stained-glass pattern. The immense ray of light beaming from the head of the pharos circled around the perimeter of the land, piercing through the enveloping darkness of the night. The clear star-filled skies set the perfect mood for story telling and gathering with friends for a fun time.

Zeno was not the only one to think this way. A large number of people began to gather around the campsite for the momentous occasion. The voices of kids laughing and playing reach Zeno's ears. His eyes, a bright amber, scanned the gathered adventurers and their children, seeking a kindred spirit.

"Seems like the gathering is starting, huh?" he mused, his voice a soft melody carried on the breeze. "I might just have something to contribute." Zeno smirked, perking his chest and spreading his wings open to reach full wingspan.

He leaped off from atop the lighthouse, rapidly descending from the tower. His wings slowly started to widen and flap to decelerate, circling around the smoky pillar left behind by the large campfire at the base of the tower. Before one could realize what they saw dropping from the lighthouse, it was too late, Zeno had already landed several feet away from the site. Only sparkling orange and green fairy dust remained, glittering in the moonlight as it slowly fell to the ground like snow.

Stepping forth from a rocky road path, his presence caused a subtle shift in the air to change. "Anyone interested in a partner for a chilling tale? Or perhaps you'd prefer a silent listener, someone to appreciate your storytelling prowess?" Zeno graciously asked out loud while conjuring wispy fireballs that transformed into butterflies from his fingertips, demonstrating his mastery over his magic and what he has to offer.

His words were an invitation, a challenge, and a promise all at once. For those who dared to accept, Zeno offered not just a shared experience, but a glimpse into his hidden world, a world filled with magic, mischief, and a touch of darkness.

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A rejection in the form of silence was met when Zeno asked to have a partner to tell the campfire stories with. Shortly after the dismissal of the fae, murmurs among the groups started up again. The families and organizers of the event were more preoccupied with their own agendas at the time. Understanding this, Zeno just backed away into the surrounding trees and sat on top of a sturdy low-hanging branch letting loose wisps to float around. The sight of families chatting and laughing with one another while their kids ran around freely chasing each other was a scene Zeno had seen many times over. Feelings of sadness, yearning, or even loneliness were lost to the fae. Instead, he felt a sense of peace upon seeing the families in this state. Seeing humans and other species genuinely enjoying themselves without having malicious intentions was refreshing to the faes. He wondered if his sister would enjoy something like that.
 
Before his thoughts could wander further, several more people entered the campsite, causing the noise level to increase. Activating his eyes to look into the mana core surrounding the people’s souls, wondering if they too shared the same positive freeing energy as the others. To his surprise, a familiar being entered the site, Lumi. Unsure if she had noticed him yet or not, Zeno decided to just keep to himself and watch on for the time being. They were well covered, so one wouldn't really recognize her if they knew her by face alone.

A wandering kid nearby danced with the wisp Zeno was spawning but suddenly stopped and looked in that direction. Several blue ethereal foxes had converged around him, they were rather slightly as if guiding off the gentle breeze. Zeno only noticed a sudden change in temperature and light as they grew closer. Luckily for him, they did seem hostile. After standing still by his side for a short period of time, the foxes suddenly started playfully bouncing around in the air and on the ground.

As the foxes danced around avoiding the hands of the children, their attention was drawn to something else, something mesmerizing. The swarm of captivating green butterflies fluttering around aimlessly caught the eyes of everybody looking their way. The foxes chased the fluttering wisps like a cat preying on its victim, pouncing on the flock of butterflies as if to declare its triumph only for them to disperse from beneath their feet and fly away unscathed. Several of the green wisps that slipped through the paw of the blue fire rejoined, forming into one big butterfly. Taunting its prey, the wispy critter landed on top of its back and flapped its wings rhythmically to mock the beast before bursting into a group of smaller butterflies that flew over to the children to dance with them. The playful spectacle of these elemental creatures birthed by magic garnered the attention and applause from the parents around the campfire. Zeno walks forward and with a smile as warm as the flames burning around them. While keeping eye contact with the crowd and bowing graciously to the applause, he spoke out to Lumi.

“You know I'm always up for some fun with you, my lady, or should I say ‘little’ guild master Lumi” A snide smile grows wide on his face while talking to the disguised woman.

“As for my flames, they should provide a sufficient amount of intensity to work with” Zeno said as he waved to the people and followed the direction Lumi was heading. Noticing the foxes belonged to her, Zeno commented.
“Got a new entourage, I see! The chill flames suit you”

Zeno revealed his wings and flew up overhead and looked ahead to spot an abandoned campsite near the coast. Soaring to the site, he kept his ears alerted all the while conjuring a fireball to throw into the fire pit to give it life. A low roaring whoosh sound was let out when Zeno set the pit ablaze.

“This will be our spot. It's visible from the top of the hill. Nobody can miss it with our beautiful flames combined”

The green fire shone brightly in the night below the lighthouse. Anybody facing the sea could spot the ghastly green and icy blue fire dancing about at the campsite down by the water. The kids that were playing with the foxes and butterflies followed after and were telling their other new-found friends about the pair, ushering them to tag along.

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