Moon of the Sea by pandemonium_213

Chapter 4: The Same Moon

Father and daughter sat high above the harbor and looked down upon Rómenna, its narrow streets crackled among the roofs, domes and arches like the crazing of ancient glaze. Purple shadow blanketed the white city as the sun sank below the highlands in the West. She leaned against him, and tears ran down her cheeks. He would leave tomorrow at dawn with the fleet. He wiped a tear from her face with his forefinger, the gold ring of marriage catching the last fire of the sun.

“I will miss you very much, my dearest pearl. But take heart!” He pointed to the rising moon, the color of an orange. “When Isil sails into the heavens, you may look at him and know that I will also see the moon and think of you.”