Moonspear makaik ⧎

She called for him. A part of him would always yearn for time to reverse and place them together in the dark of the ulaq; but he waited now for Jakoul and had to be satisfied with his choice. Raimo was slow to acquiesce. He stood and looked around in a distracted fashion before prowling closer.

And there was distance. Physical, shortening with his stride, but present nonetheless. A silence brewed between them he would not break. All seemed well, otherwise.