The silvery woman seemed to falter, as if she had somehow upset him with her question. While he was upset, it was not at her, and his ears turned back slightly as if concerned he had done something wrong. Sucking in air through his nose, the charms around his neck rose and fell with the breath, granting him the courage to speak. “Are you okay?” He asked, unsure of how to approach her. This too was apparent in his body language, for while Gabriel did not lack confidence, he lacked finesse.
He felt like a child, suddenly uncertain of what had been said or done wrong. Anu was so clear to him, but she was still very much a moon, and her face changed as suddenly and as mysteriously as the sea. Around them the forest offered no answers, only the murmuring voices of wind through the bare boughs, echoed further by noisy birds.
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