Zo watched the sun set from his field, alone. He'd had a nice time dancing with Silver, but in the end he wondered if either of them had really been able to understand the other's style. It wasn't like he was a total stick in the mud, or at least he tried not to be. As he watched Silver gathering up her human-made device though, he couldn't help but feel unmoved by the music it played. Interesting perhaps, but nothing that made him want to dance.

'Ah well,' he thought, stretching his wings and watching as the sun set. 'Guess it just wasn't meant to be.' It didn't mean he couldn't consider Silver a friend, but it looked like that ellusive "someone" was still out there, waiting to be found.