44 – Moon
Two moons were visible in the velvet-black sky. Every night they had been moving towards each other a bit more, inexorably drawn. Jaina shivered in her cloak – desert nights were cold.
"It happens every millennium," the guide said. The three of them had settled down around the small fire, Jag carefully keeping his distance from Jaina. "Local legends say when lovers see the shadows of both moons kiss…" Her voice trailed off.
"What happens then?"
The woman smiled. "That depends on whom you ask."
"Whatever," Jaina murmured. "I'll keep watch."
Jag didn't look at her. "I'll keep you company."