"I can feel them feeding me energy, as if the very light is charging me," he murmured that night, his gaze fixed on the three moons hanging high in the sky. "When you connect to water, you'll feel them too."
The moons hung in different phases. Two glowed faintly as slender crescents, while the third beamed, full and radiant.
"Well, at least I’ve got a good teacher," I replied, committing his cheeky grin to memory.
Leonardo was remarkable during the day, but at night under the moons, he was otherworldly. The moonlight seemed almost possessive, determined to illuminate every one of his beautiful features. His dark hair took on a pure, almost silver sheen, and his skin appeared smooth and flawless. Only his eyes kept their usual color, a watery grey that sparkled in the moon’s glow, leavin
