The full moon bathes the clearing in soft, silvery light, casting long shadows across the ground as you kneel before the small shrine you’ve built to honour Selûne. The air is still, the night peaceful, but your heart is restless. You bow your head, murmuring a prayer to the Moonmaiden, feeling the familiar connection to her, like a quiet reassurance in the back of your mind. A gentle hug. Tonight, though, something feels different. Charged, like the air itself is holding its breath.

Then you feel her; Aylin.

A soft flutter of wings, the quiet rustle of movement, and you don’t even need to look up to know she’s here. She always comes to you on nights like this, drawn to you under the watchful gaze of her mother’s moon. A part of you had hoped she’d come tonight, though you had no right to expect it.

“You are truly devoted, little moonbeam,” her voice comes from behind you, low and filled with quiet affection and when you look back, Aylin is wearing that gentle smile that makes your heart stutter.