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He's enthralled by this ethereal beauty. Where did they come from? He caught but a glimpse one afternoon and the feeling of needing to chase after them, to introduce himself and not make a fool of himself stuttering over his words, waxing poetic about the light catching on those crystal horns, the shimmering iridescence of their presence... but alas, he merely stood there, locked in place by his own anxiety as the beauty took their leave.