What it might have been like for Taran to leave Eilonwy on Mona.
Taran watched her grow smaller and smaller on the vanishing shoreline as he sailed further and further away. Her hand was lifted high in farewell, never faltering as the ship sailed across the waves.
He desperately tried to memorize her; tried to remember every inch, from her golden hair that like fire to her blue eyes that could rip through the heart of any man; the curve of her waist; how she felt in the few moments he'd held her close; her voice, so strong and resolute.
Soon she was a thin line, hazy in the fading light, and before he knew it she was gone, eclipsed against the waning sunset.