The young lord had long vanished from her sight by the time she had managed to reach back to the manor. The high moon was smirking at her with a mighty crescent, as if she had been too smug too soon.
She had lost herself in the sea of busy townspeople rushing to close their shops as she had passed by. And somehow, the frenzy of the humans had stuck her to a lamp post shining bright right in the middle of it all. It reminded her of Bostan and the small town that was hardly a stone's throw from her father's palace back home.
Oh, how she had adored slipping into its busy streets as a young girl, away from the nagging servants, palace etiquette, and celestial lessons, she thought as she started walking again, memories flooding into the forefront of her mind in heated waves. She could still vividly hear her laughter echoing through its streets as his warm hand gently took her through all the mischiefs of life. His jet black hair, as soft as-
