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>”anonymous… permit me to pose thee a question.”
>you turn to her, both of you laying on your backs on the balcony
“Yeah, what’s up?”
>she hesitate for a moment
>”though we… comprehend thy chronicles of celestial ventures…”
>”we must ask… ”
>she squirms a slight bit, seemingly uncomfortable
>”what does the night truly mean to thee?”
>the question takes you back for a moment
>it felt extremely unspecific, as if being told to describe whether the concept of driving a car is a positive or negative thing
>and it’s these kinds of questions that require further elaboration
“Well… I’m not sure how to say this…”
>you pause for a moment
“When I was younger, I used to stay up late to do the things I really liked to do”
“I mean, everyone’s been there at one point or another”
“Whether it’s school, work, or even a bad day in general”
“There’s this urge to just push your sleep back a little bit and enjoy not being held to any social rules or expectations”
>you turn to luna, softening your voice
“I guess what I’m really trying to say is… the night means freedom to me”
>luna gazes just below your eyes and takes a breath inward
>she looks back at you and extends a wing over top of your body
>”doth thou feel this same freedom in our presence?”
>you let out a breath in amusement
“Of course I do luna…”
>she once again gazes below your eyes, this time with a soft smile
>she looks off to the side while still facing you
>”‘tis a… bitter night… ”
>”would thou feel… comforted… nearer to us…?”
>you’re taken aback slightly, but not by much
>the goosebumps you’ve developed are enough evidence to suggest a proper response
“It would mean the world to me…”
>her small smile grows in size as she wraps her wing around you to pull you close
>her chin rests on top of her head as your face is buried into her chest
>as sound of you being pulled towards her ends, it leaves silence in its wake for a few moments
>”We shall hold thee ever, whenever thy heart doth call”
>she tightens the embrace ever so slightly, letting the primary feather at the very end of her wing gently lay around the back of your neck
>”Thy presence is a boon beyond all price, which I shall never yield…”
>your last moment awake is spent feeling her breath glide gently across the top of your head
(part 2/2)