The moon hung high over the wilderness, fractured through jagged clouds, its light rippling faintly on the water's surface. The lake was cold and rather clean. A rare luxury in terrain like this.
Albedo had already sank into the depths of the lake, his lean, muscular form showed off as steam rose from his skin. All the slight cuts he had were already healed up, and now he was relaxing.
It had been a couple of hours since the battle, and Albedo and Ember had travelled far, now taking a break as he waited for the girls to wake up so he could talk to them.
On the opposite bank, Ember stood like a divine sentinel. Her mane, usually in full celestial bloom, had dimmed to a soft white-blue glow, still luminous but no longer fierce.
She stood over the two unconscious girls tied together at the base of a warped willow tree, flame-hooved and vigilant.
He looked over at them from the water, thinking about who they were once more.
Celeste Nocturna.
Lilian BloodHaven.
