"You say that now, but who knows? You might be in the mood," he said, looking around with wide purple eyes.
She grinned. "I will." After a moment, the trees suddenly subsided, and they were on an outlook to the sea. The red moon was much bigger than usual, and shone bright upon the water. In the far distance, there was a large statue of a stoic woman reaching toward the sky.
She sat down as well, leaning back comfortably as the sea breeze blew through hair. "Faengari is our goddess. She resides in the sky and watches over us."
He looked over at her, his hands folding against his knees as the wind messed with his shirt collar. "What is she the goddess of?"
He leaned back against a nearby tree, running his hand through his blonde hair, almost white in the moonlight. "Is she a kind god?"
He was looking out across the water, his mouth in a straight line as he considered the statue. His untidy hair ruffled in the wind and his scar was illuminated in the moonlight, a cream slice across the bridge of his nose. Underneath the edges of his sleeves, she would be able to see the rest of them peeking out, harsh, physical reminders of his past.
