Practice Makes Perfect
As the night went on, the festival got livelier. The music continued to play and the crowds grew in size. Dante held onto Laina's arm tightly so that they would not get separated in the crowd.
"Stay close," Dante whispered to Laina as he held her close.
The weather was cool since the sun had set, but the crowded atmosphere filled the festival with warmth. Yet Laina could still feel the cool temperature on Dante's skin. She did not complain, she liked the cool touch of his skin.
But was it colder than it used to be? She could not be certain.
"Dante, how is it that you're able to maintain such a cool body temperature?" Laina asked as they continued to move through the crowds to get to another food stall.
He was caught off guard by Laina's question, but Dante replied carefully, "Perhaps it is likely due to my affinity with the Moon and elements of water and ice."
"Oh?" Laina was not aware of this.