The streets were quiet, towering trees motionless except for the topmost leaves flickering gently in the breeze.

The flames of the rushlights burning in the gallery overlooking the great hall flickered gently, as though reaching out warm fingers to caress the girl passing beneath them.

Something touched the top of his head; above him the canopy flickered gently into life, sketching out brain rhythms.

The flame of the pink candle gently flickered.

Strange light displays, a side effect, flickered gently in the darkness of the container.

She rubbed her cheek against its head, and its tongue flickered gently on her green skin.

The flame continued to flicker gently on a bare stone that was awash with water.

The single torch on the wall was right above the terrace, flickering gently against the faint wind movement coming out of the darkness all around.

Lines of gently flickering amber text scrolled across the dark vista-plate.

Iridescent coppery beams roamed among the stars like searchlights, and soft ruby flames flickered gently above the glacier, sporadically leaping forward into the middle of the dark sky.