Amethyst Genesis: Bleeding Ruby

Moonlit Chorus

Hal was nudged awake slowly, he felt someone poke at him. He groggily opens his eyes and sees a tall muscular man adorned in ivory-colored robes, standing above him, staring down at him.  His appearance was rather refined. He was cleanly shaven, his hair was tied into a ponytail, and he had eyes as green as the grasses and reeds nearby. He maintained a blank, silent, expression and watched as Hal slowly got up, Hal eyed his surroundings, he was in a field grassy field near the entrance to a forest, the sun was setting, closer to dusk as the seconds passed. The place he was in didnt seem of this world, it seemed off, distant

Hal paused, remembering what just happened before he blacked out. His first thought was where was Kara, he rushed up panicking, as the realization he is in the middle of nowhere, leaving Kara alone to face Lyra. "Where am I?!" Hal asks the man cautiously, standing up only to the stranger's pectorals in height. "You are In Kara's Verdant. A universe constructed from Kara's own will; it exists in her very mind." The man clutches his staff and notions him to follow. "I am Sayumin, the one who inhabits this realm after I voluntarily left the Fragments to pursue solidarity, and I serve Kara blindly to remain at peace." Hal wasn't surprised at all at his explanation, Kara was the type to keep secrets and not explain at all, the pair walk in the woods, the leaves an odd discoloration of orange, forming piles of autumn gradience. As night fell, Sayumin tapped the ground below him with his staff, a pulsation vibrated throughout the pathway creating a beautiful sight, the flora in the pathway, all the moss, vines, flowers and leaves glowed in a bright verdenian bioluminescent hue.

Hal was awestruck by Kara's treasured plant life, all to her own whims she made such beauty, to keep to herself. "Why am I following you? if you don't mind me asking." Hal inquired, Sayumin without turning his head to look, "Kara commands me to lead you to somewhere, I have no idea what she intends, only to follow her requests." He answers. And walks ahead towards a patch of branches, he moves the debris out of the way, revealing a clearing within the forest, Hal was taken aback of the space inside the forest, and the one standing in the center, Kara?

Hal was stunned at her appearance, "How are you here?!" He asked relieved to the thought of her being safe, "I am and am not quite the woman you seek, I am Kara, but as well as a part of her, a collective." the woman answers. Sayumin kneels in front of her, "I brought him here as you requested, I shall take my leave." He says in a rather formal emotionless matter, he then backs away slowly, to the pathway of the forest, disappearing never to be seen again in the dark. Hal and Kara were alone in the clearing, fireflies dancing over the reed-filled pond, and spirits of the forest watching from afar. "Would you care for a dance?" the woman gestures her hand out to him, smiling softly with love and hints of passion leaking through her pupils.

Hal without skipping a beat, reaches out to hold her tight, she tugs him close, and wraps her arms around his waist, he mirrors her gestures, and holds her waist as well. As she took the lead, he only knew to follow, a step forward, a step back, look to the right and a step left. Hal noticed Kara didn't want to be the only one leading the dance. She detested it, it was a one-sided act of intimacy fot her. Wanting to express mutual affection and not being left in the dust of their dance, he took initiative, not just letting her write the dance alone, but to lead with her, he followed her movements by inversing her pattern of movement, a step right, A look to the left, a move back and a move forward. 

Realizing the fact that he had to respond with his own movement and not just a reflection, he decided to follow his heart, with their dance in nature's ballroom meant they were free to do as they please, no judgement or restrictions. He took lead in the next stanza of movements. Right step, move back, move left, move forward. He gained an understanding of the rhythm and followed his own part. The moon shined off two, each gazing into the glimmer of their eyes, lost to each other's souls, hearts intertwined; souls not singular but tied. Left step, right step, a spin, a twirl; beauty in the eyes of the boy and girl, hands sealed tight, together not just for the night, under the harvest moon, they stood as each other's Clair De Lune. The pair sailed off into the night together in their midmoon waltz, each dance of love was moon to moon.