She had something of a celestial glow about her that none of her kind had known until this point. Despite the fact that her hair was dark and her complexion tanned, it always seemed, or at least to his blue-gray eyes, so often curtained by an equally as deep curtain of hair, that an unearthly sheen of light radiated from her being. Each step she took left no imprint upon the ground, but rather upon him; every word she spoke was lifted and carried away by the wind, delivered by an always gentle breeze that must have come from another world – for no place he knew was so delicate in its ways.
To say the least, he was infatuated, obsessed.
With time, he came to wonder why she came out when the sun always, always, always stole her glory. After countless secret meetings between the pair – for their relationship could be known to no others – he still could not understand why, when the night so openly embraced her, she took to the mornings so readily without a single fear or hesitancy.
When the burden of such quandaries became too much for him to keep inside any longer, he asked her with regards to this. It had been a long evening spent in one another's company, no words having been spoken until that point in time for concern of ruining what was turning out to be a perfect moment void of actions, but at that time, something just had to come out. As soon as the question had fallen from between his lips and a laugh escaped her own – so like the wind in the trees at night, it was – he knew she had been thinking of the exact same thing.
"I'm a child of both," she had answered simply with the faintest trace of amusement hidden behind her painted cherry lips. She stood where she was, and with that, she lifted her arms over her head and twirled around like a child, dissolving into his lap in a fit of giggles moments later.
Almost instantly, he understood.
When they finally left the room they had transformed to fit their needs, he waited just long enough to watch her back fade into the shadows as it so often did. And when the sun rose the next morning and she walked into the dining hall to take her customary seat on the far opposite side of the room as him, the same lunar glow surrounded her. He stared, his misty orbs fixed on her figure by some magic that was beyond either of their controls, for only as long as it took for those around him to notice; reluctantly, he turned away.
His eyes drifted shut, the sounds of mirth and glee around him draining into nothingness, but her face was still there amid the blanket of darkness of his inner eyelids; he learned all too quickly that, despite the daylight that enveloped him with good grace and freely so, the moon would forever burned more brightly.