Moonsong Glacier moons

He was late in finding her, but he had worked hard to track her — tirelessly through the night and doggedly into the morning. He thought such things about her! About them both. About being together.

There was a girl at home to whome he had no relation, and who he was meant to go home and marry. It had not been spoken of; it was only what was expected for him at such an age. He imagined never seeing her lovely face again and felt a faint trace of sadness. But it was one that quickly fled in wake of the fire Callyope had ignited in him.

Of course he searched tirelessly. He could not sleep for want of her.

When he finally laid eyes on her, he stopped where he was to watch her for a time. Her loveliness was clear even from this distance, and he marveled at the grace of the statuesque beauty, blind to all but what he saw through rose-tinted lenses.