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Sinric comes down from his room, still dressed his furs and heavily embroiled tunic but looking fresh and scrubbed.

He smiles brightly to see Hannibal.

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[cook_the_rude]

Across the room and the hubub, Hannibal winks at him.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric makes his way back towards Hannibal, his hands straying to brush against several of the other monks as he does. A few of them find themselves walking a little stiffly a moment later.

Sinric wraps his arms around Hannibal's neck and kisses his cheek. "I think this party is easing to it's end. Shall we get some air?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes; they seem to be quite happy on their own," Hannibal agrees, looking around, then taking Sinric's hand.

[thewidewideworld]

"They are now." Sinric laughs, talking Hannibal's hand and leading him outside. The pre-dawn gloaming tips the horizon with pink highlights. Sinric snuggles close to Hannibal against the chill, facing east to the new day.

[cook_the_rude]

"New day," Hannibal says, "new roads, new history. A lot hinged on this night, this one place."

[thewidewideworld]

"I can feel them, stretching out from the tips of my fingers." He holds out his hand, fingers spread to touch the rays of the rising sun. "The threads of fate we touched tonight, the new paths forged. In mischief and in kindness."

He turns to kiss Hannibal's cheek. "Thank you."

[cook_the_rude]

"Thank you," Hannibal answers, "for allowing me to be part of it."

And meet a god.

[thewidewideworld]

"You were always meant to." Sinric smiles teasingly. "Or I would not have been able to bring you here and now."

As the sun crests the mountains and touches Sinric's skin, he closes his eyes.

The eyes that open and look up at Hannibal are not Sinric's. An old, old being smiles at him. There are no words but a lingering feeling that what happened here will not be forgotten.

And then Sinric is back, wrapping himself in Hannibal's arms to enjoy the sunrise.