The young man and woman are locked in an embrace. Her brown eyes meet his blue; they glint in the Arctic moonlight, recalling traces of dragon and polar bear and something far beyond their intelligence. Ne gently caresses her long black hair, a glistening tear dropping onto their clasped hands.
"Will you be with me?" Zanna whispers, eyes shining. She is afraid for the answer.
David shifts his gaze somewhere far in the distance, where the fire star burns bright. As the star disappears into inky, impenetrable black, Zanna catches the word a moment before he, too, is gone.
"Sometimes."