Where Moonlight Guide.
{Under two moons softly high,
We roam free with spirit's cry;
Hands entwine in hushed vow,
Tonight is ours—here and now.}
The notes rolled in across the darkness like a curl of smoke. The people around them melted back into the noise of the world, until even the wind grew still, listening.
Nova felt the pain of it settle deep within her chest. She didn't talk—couldn't, really. It was the sort of song that sent silence into reverence.
Leon did not stir. He merely gazed at the singer with something awed in his eyes.
As the last note died, the silence lingered like a held breath. Then, gradually, warm applause swelled up from the seated crowd. Not raucous—just genuine. Gentle claps. Murmured thanks. A soft, holy thanks.
Nova applauded lightly, still under the spell. Leon joined her, the edges of his mouth curving.
He leaned in and whispered, "That was… perfect. Beautiful song."
Nova nodded minutely, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was."
