Every day seemed a little brighter. All the weight that had been weighing him down seemed to just disappear that day. In truth, it had been the best day of his life - better, even, than anything he could remember from his childhood. Before that day, he had begun to dread dusk's arrival and it always seemed so quick to approach. Now that he longed for the nightly cuddles with Aly, the day never seemed to end. It was agonizing. Torture, even. As much as he enjoyed the daytime, especially now that the heat of Tallsun was upon them, he couldn't wait to be by her side again.

Eliana, of course, highly disagreed. So when the sky began to darken, the sun drifting down below the horizon, she grumbled her annoyance. 'See lights?' she asks through the bond, referring to the northern lights that could be seen from the frostbreath steppe. They had taken to frequenting them at night, as a way to avoid the pain that the sight of Alysanne brought to Miykael. "Not tonight, Ellie. Maybe we can go tomorrow?" he offers, attempting to bargain with her. The zephyr fluffed her feathers, disappointment clear in her silver eyes. She could feel his joy, though, and as much as she wanted to block it out or pull him away from Aly; she couldn't dwell on her own irritation. Ellie snuggled in between his folded wings, playing idly with the locks of mane that she could reach. Sighing contentedly, Miykael took one last look at the sunset shimmering over the sea from where he stood near the edge of the cliffs. With the heat of the day dissipating and the stars beginning to light up the sky, Miykael turned and began the short journey to the little 'love nest' he shared with Alysanne every night.

It wasn't long before his blue eyes saw the familiar form of the black and white mare. She stands amongst the taller grasses, as she usually does. He pauses near the edge of the trees, blue eyes taking everything in. Hemlock was already gone but Miykael didn't think anything of it; the little owl typically avoided him. Exhaling softly in a sigh, contentment sweeps over him. Eliana flies from her perch upon his back and heads up into the trees - likely seeking the small owl's company.

Miykael lingers for a moment longer, watching the painted mare fondly as a warm smile curves his lips. His eyes soften and his tender heart stutters. As the sky continues to darken, the stars seem to shine brighter and in the light of the moon Alysanne practically glows. There is no doubt in his mind that she is an angel - soft, loving, beautiful and yet there is so much strength in her heart and soul. She has endured so much but her grace has never faltered. His love for her has only deepened every day since the day of her confession. His heart, it seems, was not only made whole that day but has also grown, swelling and expanding with the love he feels within.

Miykael could stand there, on the sidelines, and just watch her for hours but dusk is waning and fading into the depths of night. And, to be fair, she would probably notice him. He forces himself to move forward, sliding in beside her. His wings are folded at his sides and his feathers brush lightly against hers. He stops so that his head is even with her shoulder and he attempts to caress her neck with his soft lips and play with the locks of her mane cascading down her neck. After a few moments, he shifts enough so that he may try to gently press his forehead into the base of her neck. With his eyes closed, he inhales deeply; her soft, flowery scent filling his nostrils and fogging his mind ever-so-slightly. "I've missed you." he murmurs, exceedingly delighted to be by her side once again.

@[Alysanne]