Zayn found Luna standing, leaning on the guardrail, staring at the airship runway in front of them, now crowded with people. Her beautiful white hair moved with the wind. Seeing her from a distance like this, he realized that his sister had become a beautiful adult woman. It wouldn't be long before the time came for him to walk her down the wedding aisle.
The people were unloading goods, large wooden boxes, and weapons that hadn't been used in the war. None of them looked relaxed, moving quickly and emotionlessly like Constructs, making Luna reconsider whether they had done the right thing.
"Why? Are you still thinking about that?" asked Zayn, handing his sister a glass bottle of her favorite strawberry milk.
The sparkle returned to her beautiful eyes. She took it, quickly opened the lid, and drank until half of it was gone. Zayn chuckled softly seeing her, then drank his chocolate milk. "Thank you," Luna said softly with a sweet smile.
