slightly.
The Sun let loose a small, joyous laugh that sounded like the water lapping up against the stones beneath them.”That’s okay,” her voice started soft. "As long as you can make a promise," she said. Her voice was much different. A violin with an experienced hand playing unique and beautiful notes. "Not to break my little heart or leave me all alone."
The Moon's smile became more genuine rather than the forced, nervous one from before.
"Come," she said softly, stepping towards him. "We shall sit and speak over tea." She brushed past him.
The Moon was in such a daze that it took a shove from a troublsome Star to follow her. She led him to a gazebo a few yards away. She sat at the red table in the center, looking out between the trees to the water. Her eyes were the color of the lake.
The Moon sat across from her.
For many weeks, the Sun and the Moon met at this place. They never changed, never aged. All those days by the lake, sipping tea and learning about one another. They conversed about the kind humans they'd seen, and laughed over the quirky ones.
In all those days, the sky blazed golden. Even when it rained, and the Moon brought the Sun out to dance in the water, the sky kept its new golden tint.
The Moon didn't mean to fall in love with her. Looking back, though, he knew there was no other way. He was in love from the moment he saw her. He didn't know if it was her laugh, or her smile, or her eyes, or her personality, or her voice, or what she was passionate about that made him love her. He just knew he did.
One day, the sky blazed a particularly bright golden. The Sun, whether she knew it or not, had fallen in love with the Moon, too.