She took in the moon, shining high in the sky, staying vigilant over all the land below. The stars dotted the canopy above, ready lieutenants.
The ornaments to the heavens were reflected in the water of the lake, reflecting a shifting, mercurial, distorted painting of the lights glinting on the ceiling of the world.
She dragged her eyes down to look into those of the man before her, his irises not dissimilar in colour to the shining lights above, seemingly aglow as they too reflected Artemis' offerings to the world.
Finally down to what he held in his hands, stretched out towards her, a question on his lips.
