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Damian wasn't surprised to find himself alone by the time night fell. Whoever chose to be in Nathaniel's bed near dawn was usually up and about long before he rose with the setting sun.

Now, however, he has taken to the grounds surrounding Milliways... or, more accurately, the skies. Usually he isn't keen on levitating where he can be easily spotted, but the desire to feel the wind in his hair is too much to ignore tonight. It is one thing that reminds him a little of the sea, though the air doesn't have that salty density to it. The sea has been a comforting thought throughout his long existence, even though he hasn't more than glanced it in centuries.

He loses himself in the sensation of flight, letting his mind go blissfully numb for a short while before picking an inviting, sturdy tree and sitting high in the branches so he sways lightly with the pulse of the wind.

Escapism can be a wonderful thing sometimes.

He's botherable by those who can climb well (or don't need to climb in order to reach him). He has no intention of coming down from his perch.

[[ooc: Primarily slowtimes, as the mun has an appointment and a worsening cough... plus homework. Slowtimes welcomed! ^^]]

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Her expression grows terribly sad.

"It will take some time yet before you become close to her, but it will not be closeness you are expecting, and it will make her lack of touch even more acute."

A small, vague warning for him.

Perhaps a little too vague. His brow creases, and he frowns. So he has more of the same to look forward to. Wonderful.

His chest begins to ache, and he leans against the trunk of the tree as it sways in the wind, closing his eyes to better take in the movement.

Moon watches him, her eyes unblinking and her mind quiet.

She gives him no more than he asks of her, not wanting to bring him more hurt.

Just beneath the wind, his whisper lilts through the air, and the tone is so blank, so empty, that it is strikingly clear he is holding back the intensity of his emotions.

"I miss the sea, Moon... I miss the sea."

"Then why don't you visit it?" she asks him.

"I go only where Anita goes," comes the soft reply.

She's quiet for a moment.

"What do you miss about the sea?"

What doesn't he miss about the sea?

"The salty scent of it. The vastness of it. The swaying lull of it from the ship. The glimmer of light on the waves. The sound of it crashing to shore. The fear and awe of a dangerous storm..."

His voice fades to silence for a few seconds, though it feels like an eternity.

"The freedom of it."

"Will you come down from your tree?" she asks him. "I wish to show you something."

His eyes open and he turns to face her, curiosity welling up to the surface to mingle with his other emotions. He clenches his jaw for a moment with indecision, but then nods. Shifting on his seat, he exerts his power and stands into the air. He normally wouldn't make such a display, but Moon already knows all his powers, so there is not a reason to keep them hidden.

He offers a hand to her, though he knows from her earlier trick that she hardly needs his help to get down from the tree.

Moon accepts his hand, though, allowing him to bring them both to the ground, her wolves rising immediately. She points to each one in turn.

"Mons," she says, pointing to the white wolf before moving onto the three brown-gray wolves. "Mare, Rigel, and Mintaka. My guardians."

She keeps his hand in hers and begins to lead him through the woods, deeper in, and through an archway made of vines and branches, where the forest seems to change utterly.