"I came to bring you this," Diana pulled the canvas wrapper off the painting and gently set it on the counter.

Luna felt her heart shatter at the woman looking out at her, it was a light, airy composition. It was haunting in it's simplicity. Her soft silver eyes gazed wistfully into matching ones.

"How did you find me?" she asked, not caring one iota about the answer.

"I've been tracking the painting's provenance over the last few years," Diana told her.

The woman in the painting smiled and chose to speak, "I knew it was time to come home."

Luna felt tears brim in her eyes.