With a tap of her spear and a spark of golden magic from the tip, the golden motes died out one by one. The chamber, now in near darkness, made Daphne lace her fingers through mine. Glancing in her direction, she tried to look at me, but was slightly off. Giggling, I leaned in and kissed her. She squealed a little in surprise, but gave into the kiss. It was when motes of light appeared that we separated. With everyone’s attention now on her and the circle of lights around her, the sound of drums and horns started to echo through the chamber. The drums created the tempo, of which Fleur started to  dance .