Another Night.

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The moon was full, bathing the streets of the holy city in a silvery gleam. The faint neighing of a horse could be heard in the distance, accompanied by the clacking of its hooves and the hollow creaks of the cart it pulled. Warm candlelight shone from every window, terrace, and tavern from which you could hear both heartfelt lullabies and drunken sea shanties. Amidst it all sat a couple on a bench in the park

The man was draped in a dark cloak which obscured a recognizable patterened waistcoat of crimson shades. The woman was leaned back with a calm and relaxed demeanor , her spouse gently necking the side of her throat.

A group of young sailors came stumbling along the calm pathways, disturbing the silence as they cracked poorly thought out jests and supported themselves on each other's shoulders as not to stumble. One of them spotted the kissing pair, pointing as he made his nearest friend aware with a pat to his shoulder.

The two men branched away from the group with wry and silly grins.

"Oye, oye. Y-Ye' mind if we get a swing-around with the lady o' honor, eh mate?"

His friend had to lean on him as to not collapse from laughter. Neither of the couple seemed to react.

"Wha's wron' matey.. Piss-scared are we?"

This time, the cloaked figure moved.