Neverwinter Forest mnēmē

He had once believed in ghosts. Now, he knew better, and yet it was still hard to believe the object of his thoughts was not an apparition, or at the very least, a hallucination of a lone and wistful mind.

But she was here, coming towards him. Melaneus blinked once, and she grew only clearer as she stepped into the pale sunlight drifting through parted trees.

I might say the same, a smile curved his words as distant laughter danced through the thoughts he left unspoken. Did he remain her Dying Sun? Did he have any right to call her such gentle things as he once done? They seemed things reserved to memory, a childhood tryst - but by no means insignificant. The memories she'd given him had brought light to his eyes in the seeping world that had stolen him.

Moongirl no longer suits you, his warm gaze regarded her, an approving glance to the russet furs draped upon her, dear Star Flower. You are moonwoman now.