“Ilana!” Isa grabbed the sun-girl’s hand and dragged her into a run. Still, her gaze remained clouded, her limbs locked. He stopped, shaking her whole body with his hands. “Ilana, we have to run!” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Ili, please!” Tilted her face up so their eyes met. “I won’t lose you again.” He brushed another kiss across her lips, imparting a bright ember that flowed down her entire body, demanding an answer. “Stay with me,” he whispered furiously. He watched her eyes begin to clear and pulled her back into a run, this time much faster, his fingers digging into hers.
The sun-girl looked up at him, her entire being flooded with imparted energy. To give, to live, to be, to breathe, what does it all mean? She thought of him threading a peacock feather through her hair, pai
