[ For the ball that ensues, Paris is apparently supposed to have a dance with Juliet. Only, it is impossible to tell who may be cast as a "Juliet" and who isn't. A simple solution is to ask others to share a dance. ]

Hail, maiden fair. [ The voice coming through his helm is as hollow and steely as ever, reverberating from within the depths of his heavy armor as if no physical body is set within. An iron gauntlet-covered hand, palm upward, outstretches in offering. ] Let us have this dance.

[ Done with whatever scene he had to perform, Somnus stands near the balcony, watching as the party progresses as intended. As this sort of performance and myth has been told time and time again, it is not the most riveting of pieces. Nevertheless, there is something to be said about the determination of Romeo and Juliet to see themselves as one, even if it ends in death.

He reflects aloud, ] Thus do the stars write tragedy. In doing so, they make the lovers eternal. [ It is ironic, in a way: death is a small price to pay for turning immortal.

If you are a Romeo, he will add this for the role: ] What makes you worthy of undying love?

[ As the noctaere begins its onslaught, the forest is, curiously, blooming with roses.

Somnus raises a hand, beckoning a shield of fractal light to defend against the arrows it fires. As wood splinters around them, his focus remains upon the flowers upon the ground. ] White and red bloom during this night. Know you their significance?