Chernobyl

Chernobyl lets the snowy alps of the north fall behind her, swallowed by the night sky as she plods through the rocks and ice. Her coat is mostly shed out by now, only a few chunks of a goaty looking beard and some underbelly tufts remain. She's as glossy as oil as she slithers under the silvery strands of a bright light cast from a grinning moon, slipping through the trees and their shadows as she trots south. She has never liked to stay on the common roads; the pull of what she wants to find always seems to guide her...that and a healthy sense of the land she inhabits. She stops every so often to find a high perch and look around, for the first leg of her journey the nights are barely lit by the moon and it is mostly the stars that shine, but as she goes on the moon swells each night until she can see mostly everything as if it were daylight even after the sun has faded. The edges of all things in the openness seem to shine a brilliant metallic chrome; her glassy thorns adorning her ebony horn shimmer against the darkness as she keeps her cautious pace through the snow and forest. It takes her days to arrive at the burning pit, she has moved by night and gored and lazed in safe hideouts by day. She was quite a crafty loner.

Finally she arrives under a pregnant, unhindered moon, her cloaking clouds just lying in wait beyond the sharp white peaks of the north. Solitude. The word echoes in her mind as she approaches the warm smoldering embers lacing the edge of the fiery crater. She stands by them for a while, her days and nights have bled together and on this night the moon is full and the air is still chilly from the receding Frostfall. It's the caves she's here to see. Stories of cryptic symbols and ancient story telling runes are the object of her desire tonight...that and her yearning heart.

Where is he? Her questions and musings move quietly around in her mind as her black eyes search the well lit night. He will be here, she assures herself. He always comes. Even if it's days later, he always comes or is already waiting on her. She only just arrived, she gives herself more silent assurance.

I can't tell one from the other;
I find you, or you find me?