Around her,

it's as if the sun came out

or perhaps the moon,

a delicate light

that beams across wide, open spaces


Yona is not a woman of the hidden night,

not a woman meant for enclosed spaces,

not a woman to be trapped in a prison

or even in a cave


She is wilder than that,

or perhaps the word is free,

like a hand extended outward,

fingers looped delicately over his,

until he begins to feel alive


like every crevice and spare space in his heart

have been dusted out and given fresh air,


as if he is coming alive

by her hand in his

or by her grip,

strong and tight as it is,


and maybe Shin Ah is not around enough people

often enough to be considered anywhere near an expert,

but being around Yona is different

than being around someone else,


and it is more than King Hiryuu's blood

that flows through her veins

and makes this so,


she just is.