Yvaissar answers almost immediately, “the Dancer, Shadona. I always thought she looked so happy and free, and I prayed that she would take me into the sky to dance with her.”
“Ah, but look,” and Asra’s fingers slide under Yvaissar’s chin to lift his head, “Shadona dances in the sky tonight.”
And lo, when Yvaissar casts his gaze upwards, a gasp blooms in his throat at the sight of his beloved Shadona. The arcs of stars that make up her swirling skirt and raised arms twinkle brighter than ever, inviting stargazers from Saburia to Telluris to dance with her. Even now, a smile comes naturally to Yvaissar’s lips and the permanent wrinkle in his brow smooths.
“She’s so beautiful,” Asra muses, loosening his hold so Yvaissar can walk away for a closer look, “I see why you were drawn to her so deeply.”
“She never asked anything of me; no worship, no suffering, no tears.” Though even as he speaks, a single tear trickles down Yvaissar’s nose. “I love her beauty, but also her silence.”