Moon Soul released his hand, allowing the silver net around their bodies to hang from the cliff as it casually swayed them from side to side. Hugging her tightly, he rubbed his chin carefully and affectionately against her forehead. When he spoke his voice was gentle, like the moonlight half-hidden behind the mist and mountain, and his usual charming tone was replaced by one of solemness and sadness.
"My dear Cloud, I have been waiting for you to call me this way for 38 years," he said.
Cloud Soul understood what happened the moment she fell into his arms. She was about to struggle, but her heart wrenched at the sadness in his tone. Leaning in his arms, she realized that she had not been in contact with this familiar yet foreign masculine scent in 38 years.
The moonlight was calm and chilly, illuminating the pair of lovers hidden amongst the velvety white mist in the depths of the dark mountain.
