krigets konst jag behärskar

Selene considers the idea that something has been lost in translation, but that’s okay. It’s alright, really. She doesn’t mind, because it seems that the man before her has… well, he has some feelings on the subject. Once more she can feel the surge of emotion within him, the same emotion that drew her close. The same one that seemed to have drawn her straight into existing once more, beside him.

Still, the moonscorn knows that it’s time for her to depart. That’s okay… she’s okay to leave him here. He was in the hands of his gods, of the things he believed in the most. Selene… she had someone to find, someone who she could dream of loving her just as she had for the last… how long had it been? Too long. Too many years. Maybe she’d be able to find him too… just another lost soul, looking for the things that she’d accidentally lost track of. The love she’d accidentally lost.

Softly, though, she speaks one last time to the hulking man. “You are so loved,” the words are barely a whisper, and her lips set in a thin line. The ghost of a smile on the gentle spirit’s face. Just as she’d appeared, Selene melted back into the shadows.