Stargarden focused on Forgotten Wisp as she nudged him, his soft eyes becoming sharper for a moment before softening once again. He counter nudged the air behind her as he gently took a step, lost in those moonlight threads of silken hair as for just a moment, he pondered a way to stop time.
"We shall," he huffed, "allot me a direction into this shortening night and I'll follow carelessly and unbound by thought; a step behind your glow and a step ahead of your uncertainty," and he paused, shortly, almost unnoticably, "dear Forgotten Wisp." And for just a moment, she was not just the light from the sky he was so infatuated with. A moment forever frozen in time, bound by the moment that had past.
