"In the moon I see it, though in the sun as much." She stops, and it's a long moment before she speaks again, with something else in her voice that's half-remembered. "But it's--it's what comes with it, I think, Su, that was ever freeing for me, the grace in the night. Not even the moon herself, or the lovers smiling down beside her, but--at night, by fire and moonlight, it was ever easier to see the outline of bodies than faces, and the crowns were removed."
Her smile is still something solemn, but it's not gone yet, not at all, as she says, softly, thinking on a million things that are half-remembered, (and when she wakes, many of them won't be remembered even that much), "For all that, I think the sun's our birthright as much as the moon."
The hand in her own is squeezed, slightly. "And had you?"
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Date: 2006-09-17 04:54 am (UTC)Her smile is still something solemn, but it's not gone yet, not at all, as she says, softly, thinking on a million things that are half-remembered, (and when she wakes, many of them won't be remembered even that much), "For all that, I think the sun's our birthright as much as the moon."
The hand in her own is squeezed, slightly. "And had you?"