Josephine ambushed him on re-entry, looping her ribbon around his wrist and dragging him into a spinning reel. "Captain of hearts!" she crowed. Her laughter rushed into his ears, wild and bright. Mid-spin she deftly untied the ribbon and flicked it across his nose. "String for later," she whispered, eyes glimmering with more promises than the night had hours.
At the high windows Raine stood silhouetted against moonlight, tracing constellations on the glass. "See the one they call Strayed Wolf?" she asked, pointing. He looked. Only after a heartbeat did he realize she'd placed her hand over his, guiding. "That's you," she said shyly, "always wandering but always looking back." He leaned close, lips brushing her hair. "Then you're North Star," he answered. She colored, resting against him while the music slipped through the mullions.
