"The setting sun through open windows, the honoring of every shadow,
A gratitude for all that follows, it's a glimpse of light in a mine of gold."
A gratitude for all that follows, it's a glimpse of light in a mine of gold."
“Mesec!”
The shout of another drew Jezanna’s attention as her head swung around. The sight of the alabaster and golden woman all but rushing toward her painted concern across her face. Her eyes widened, her body stiffening for some sort of attack or impact. However, the young moon could see the moment realization dawned on the stranger’s face, coming to a sudden, skidding stop on the beach before her. She could see the hurt flashing in fiery eyes.
“I’m sorry that I’ve disappointed you,” she said, knowing that whoever this was, whoever the winged woman thought she had been, Jezanna did not know either of them. What she did know, what she did understand, was the pain she saw. The pain of missing someone you have lost. The urge to ask who Mesec was, what he meant to her, rested on the tip of the girl’s tongue and yet she did not pry. She knew what it was to keep secrets close to you, to hold tightly to those things or people who mattered most. To not reveal too much. Jezanna had no room to speak of letting down walls.
You look like my father, she wanted to say. Desperately wishing to confide, feeling that the other woman would understand, but afraid to all the same. She settled, instead, with a simple introduction. “My name is Jezanna,” and the midnight girl offered a gentle smile as though perhaps it could heal whatever in her new companion had been hurt by the truth of who hadn't been standing in her place. She averted her silver eyes, looking once more out over the ocean before them as though it might reveal some secret, some answer to the longing within her.
A sudden streak of contempt ran through her as she thought of the reason she was here. Brought to mind was his golden eyes and deep violet color before she banished it to a place to be dealt with at another time. Jezanna supposed she could not avoid him forever but she'd be damned if she wouldn't try. Her face turned toward the other woman again. “What is this place called?” It was a stupid question she knew, and one that would certainly give her away as a stranger, but oh how she wished to discover.
@Israfel this is so late please forgive me
