It started with a fox.
Rosa's charm had shown Dustin the power of enchantment — how a room could be held, how perception could be bent, how an audience could be made to feel exactly what you wanted. The night after the Everwyvern raid, he dreamed of the Feywild. An eladrin woman in a clearing of moonlight and mushrooms. Music that wasn't played or sung, just present, the way gravity is present. He woke changed.
The College of Glamour gave it a name. But the sound that emerged was stranger than any college could teach. Fey elegance — ethereal, mesmerising, otherworldly — layered over the warlock's power, which refused to stay quiet underneath. The result was cold where the warlock had been warm. Controlled where it had been raw. Darkwave born from moonlight on stone, with a shadow running through it that Dustin couldn't have removed even if he'd wanted to.
Glamour of the Night was the first song to come out of it.
