"What gave me away, do I have a glow about me too?"
"Too?" Leir glanced around suspiciously. No one was glowing at all. They were drinking and dancing and readying their violins. "No, I don't think so anyway."
"We should be somewhere else." She mentioned. Looking off in the distance. "Somewhere less populated."
"Sounds like you're getting ready to slit my throat," he laughed. And then he drank some more wine with a shrug. There wasn't any reason to go back and scrutinize her statement that he wasn't a real Prince, whatever that meant. So he started walking away, assuming she'd follow. The trees were bright with moon lychen and easy to avoid, here where the old growth dominated and the canopy was hundreds of feet above.