The God and His Moon

"Is the journey a difficult one?" Amory whispered, his voice a dull ghost in Io's soft, snowy hair. The breath that brushed over his skin made goosebumps rise on his neck.

"That is yet to be seen." Io replied, reluctant with his words. His head lay upon Amory's broad chest, the safety of which he never wished to leave. "There is only one way to discover it."

"I will miss you..." murmured Amory. He set his lips upon Io's temple. "May speed follow your steps."

"Thank you." Sighed he.