Edge of the Maze | 1:30 a.m. | Ilinca & Byron
Byron chuckled, leaning in towards her ear. "I doubt many priests even fall into those descriptions and Tamino had been too much the fool. Though I very much appreciated the Queen of the Night's style. My mother took us to Germany for the show's premiere, she loved Mozart more than a woman such as herself should have."
Blue eyes glanced between the maze and the deliciously dark Fae. "If we went in together I am sure we could make it far more fun, love." The employees being caught off-guard by the magics in the maze seemed rather ridiculous to the vampire, but then he could feel a spell was about the grounds, maybe more than others of his kind might have realized. Byron knew himself and having sudden emotion plunged into the conscious of the emotionless felt foreign without the ecstasy of Fae's blood preceding it.