Moon
The night sky was cloudless and clear as he stared up at the many constellations. His companions were long lost in there dreams tonight. But he had stayed up and waited. He wanted to watch the full moon rise in the sky and sink over the horizon in the morning. For it had been too long.
The moon was nearing the peak in the sky. The white was so bright and pure against the blanket of black. It reminded him of her human form. He loved the way her white hair swayed in the wind, and the brightness of her soft blue eyes. He missed her, but she was just as beautiful flying high in the sky, where everyone could admire her.
It upset him when people talked of her dying at the siege. She wasn't dead. She was right here in the sky watching him, loving him just as much as ever. And he returned that love, and would for eternity. He always talked to her. Telling them of their daily adventures when she was blinded. But he had a feeling she knew anyhow.
He didn't know if he'd ever love another. He didn't want to now. But he deemed it possible. She would be okay with it. Not that he'd stop loving her. His new love would just have to accept that if the time ever came.
But right now there was only him and his love. Separated by distance. Connected by heart.