The girl smiles, soft, and nods. Near, and yet far, the music of the revels floats on the breeze, which smells of saltwater and fresh grass and ever so slightly of roses. The night folds gently around them, warm and welcoming, a myriad points of light above them to brighten the darkness.

Having spoken, the star's daughter is quiet, seemingly savoring the small sensations of cool grass and warm breeze and velvety night around them. Nothing in her demeanor suggests impatience; one might think she could sit here, in companionable quiet, forever.