With sundown fat approaching, Balmund and co. decide to set up camp beside the lagoon; intense emotions and built-up fatigue being eased up and washed away by cheerful storytelling, melodical poetry, and glorious cooking under a stunning pink sky. "It's alright Lily, I'd gladly tell Moku all about it as many times as he'd like." Balmund said laughing after moku insisted on hearing him tell it again. "Y'all can call me Duke, by the way; that's how my close friends call me." He added, putting emphasis on the word "friend".
With the last few seconds of sunset, love was definitely in the air, and Balmund could feel and see it everywhere around him as he even saw Chris pampering and nursing Sothe in one of the rare and elusive moments were they actually showed how much they really care for each other; a sight which made him very glad - he had been looking forward to this all day long. A part of him couldn't help feeling lonely and left out though. He knew he was well loved by his family, but he also yearned for that special kind of love that only comes from one's soulmate; a love that without which one just cannot feel complete and fulfilled. Maybe one day his wish would be finally granted, but for now, he could only wait. With those thoughts in mind, Balmund now stops fighting the urge to sleep and allows himself to close his tired and heavy eyelids as he falls into a deep slumber...
... Balmund wearily wakes up in the middle of the night, woken up by a strange sound. The campfire had already died out and everyone else was still fast asleep. How strange... was it a wild Pokémon? Looking over the waterfront, he's surprised to see a girls under the silvery moonlight. She possesed an enthralling sort of sureal beaty like he had never seen before, and in his half-asleep state, Balmund could only wonder if this was some sort of dream.
"I'm sure the water's fine, little mermaid, but are you?" He asked as she enticed him to join her into the lake. He wasn't sure why he had called her like that, the words simply came out of his mouth pretty much by themselves. At this point, he simply wasn't in any condition to be making any rational decisions. Stepping into the water, he moved forward to meet up close with the mystifying lady of the lake, acting on a primal instinct that defied logic and reason; like an unassuming fish to the most elaborate of lures. Roses are known to have sharp thorns, and Balmund wondered just how much the finest of them all would make him bleed.