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.
