Altar of Twilight waxing gibbous

she was...beautiful.

the dark sky, the mountains, the stars. they had seemingly all joined hands to make the beautiful lass before him. even her eyes! of the sky! his heart thrummed with a boyish glee. enchanted all at once by her.

it might have been best to offer words, to perhaps offer her a song with proper words!

instead his brain seemed to fumble over the woman's presence alone. instead he offered a toothy smile back, boyish in its charm. if it held any at all, of course!

he dipped down low for a moment and then — sprang!

off to dance through the moonlight more.