Exton

Herne rises from his seat. He nods to the Goddesses and waits as they say their goodbyes. Spring slips from the dancers, hugging Raina tightly. She grins, tilting her mask just enough to kiss her cheek.

"Don't get too drunk. I'll be watching."

She skips to Erik and Star, eyes twinkling. "You are so lucky, Erik. Star is good for you. I can't wait to see your son. He will be beautiful... A shining knight..."

Summer presses close to Keon one last time. He draws her into the shadows, slipping her mask up to kiss her thoroughly.

*"Is tú mo ghrá, mo Gealach. Is fada liom uaim do lámh bog san uair an chloig meánoíche."

Her fingertips caress his cheeks, stroking along the blue strand in his hair. He touches the dark strand in hers.

"I love you Keon Blackthorn. I am here." She touches the tattoo on his chest. "Think of me and you will feel me."

Autumn drifts next to Spring and touches Star's shoulder. She looks up, eyes startled. Rising, Star wraps her arms around the woman and it is obvious both are crying. The Goddess whispers in Star's ear and then takes Spring's hand. The two drift toward Herne, saying goodbye to others as they meet Summer at his side.

Laila looks at Star, concern written across her face. "Are you alright?"

Star nods, her wet eyes meeting Erik's own. "She told me to take care of our son and you are a good man. As good as my father was."

Winter pauses, looking over the assorted People. She has danced, drank, and enjoyed herself with an abandon she had thought long gone. Torrent kisses her hand with a promise that should she come back this way, to look him up. Tori hugs her, getting last minute instructions for some things left behind. She even presses a kiss to the masked cheek of Mortuis after hugging Silk.

It is when she stands before Jack that she removes her mask completely. She takes him by surprise, cupping his face and kissing him deeply, tongue teasing his in slow strokes. She breaks the kiss with a "mmmmmmmmmm" and slips the mask in place. "I will be seeing you Jack. Save me a... dance, maybe even horizontal."

With that she is gone, taking Herne's extended hand. The Lord of the Hunt drifts into the shadows with his four companions. One moment they are there, the next, there is darkness.


*I love you, My Moon. I miss your soft touch in the midnight hour.