OOC Prompt: Bard: All that glitters is not gold
He sparkled like water in the moonlight, shifting, turning, flowing in a celebration of the moment. Watching from the shadows of the leaves Thorn felt a moment of kinship. How often had he himself been pulled out of his thoughts by the call of that glow, losing himself in an instinctual dance. As the elven figure swayed and turned his eyes barely grazed over Thorn, but the moment was broken. Thorn felt the words of the curse burned into his skin flare brighter than any moonlight. Burning with shame he watched the other fae dissolve away from this world through some door closed to him.