Yuri glanced over and saw a handful of women tossing dry logs into the bonfire. The flames crackled and shot up high, sending elongated shadows across the cobblestone street. The flames lit up Flynn's hair, shimmered off Chastel's golden irises, and Yuri suppressed a groan. It wasn't that he minded them dancing together. It was just-gah, if they were going to dance together, would it kill them to dance like teenagers instead of two grandparents afraid of embarrassing their grandchildren? Tales of Vesperia (c) Namco Tales Studio