Silverlight Terrace Go With The Flow... Wind

She knew why she returned.

She thought of Dying Sun more often than she cared to admit. It was easier to let her mind think of him, instead of the many faces that had slipped away lately.

But now she too slipped from Moonglow. Often and increasing. The terrace was close, silent, a shimmering spot of peace in her whirlwind emotions. Although it seemed she was not alone.

But neither was this Dying Sun.

Her heart hung heavy, but she approached all the same. A warm sound of greeting in her throat before she spoke any words.