Two Strangers (Part 2)
Mogar, in particular, looked like a precious gem polished by an immortal hand. The brilliant blue of its oceans and the deep green of its forest seemed to fade into each other, like an emerald grown inside a sapphire.
Massive clouds and mountain ranges visible from the moon were the only imperfections, but they added to Mogar's charm instead of diminishing it.
The sight of her home planet made Menadion feel small and her worries insignificant.
If not for the tether with Lith's Void Sigil, the peace and awe Ripha experienced would have freed her from the shackles binding her to the world of the living.
'Thank you.' Menadion said via the black chain.
'For what?' Lith asked in confusion as he unleashed the babies on a bush of wildflowers.