"Tonight, then," Lynch said, rising and walking toward the door. "The moonlight should be beautiful."
"I'm going to get some sleep. Come wake me before the activation ceremony begins."
Aus stood stunned for a long moment before rising to his feet. "Yes," he answered.
******
Lynch's nap was surprisingly peaceful.
Even that hollow, exhausted feeling from having his soul sundered had been somewhat mended in his deep slumber.
An unknown amount of time passed.
"My lord."
A soft voice came from outside the door.
Lynch opened his eyes to see moonlight from the window spilling onto his bed.
He sat up, draped his spellrobe over his shoulders, and said calmly, "Come in."
Sea Song pushed the door open and entered.
Tonight, she wore a simple white priestess robe, the traditional garb of the Moon Priestesses of the Ancient Elf Race. Silver lunar patterns wound their way along the collar and cuffs, shimmering with a soft, faint light in the moonlight.
