in the middle of the night

There wasn?t much that scared Rhythm, she felt fear in small amounts. Now, she didn?t feel threatened by the tall man, nor did she heed any cautionary thoughts that might have flitted about within her brain. She was already sure she wanted to explore the crypts, it didn?t take much convincing for her to accept a guide. He was pleasant enough anyway, tall, dark, with handsome features. There were worse companions to find she was sure. Though one thought did find its way to her mind as she crossed over the threshold. Motif?s recent run in with a similarly described man would cause Rhythm the slightest bit of caution as she followed him inside.
He would waltz inside, her graceful form following after. Her features were held aloft as she watched him turn back towards her, his broad chest very much still visible in the dimming light. She would draw more near to him, not wanting to become separated and lost like he?d warned about. "I?m ready for the grand tour," her voice would echo delicately as she looked up into his bright eyes. She was curious about what he could show her.


"Speech"
'thoughts'