THIRD PERSON POV
Kael leaned forward, curiosity sparking in his eyes. His voice was edged with a quiet thrill, almost like he feared speaking too loud would break the fragile moment between them.
“What is that?” he asked.
Ravenna’s eyes lifted to his. They were steady, yet alight, trembling with a barely-contained excitement that mirrored his own. She whispered as though the words themselves carried power.
“A Moon Storm.”
The name lingered in the air, soft and heavy, as though the world itself bowed to it.
For a fleeting heartbeat, they forgot the weight of the wars beyond their walls. They forgot betrayals, wounds, and the shadow of death that lurked near. Instead, they basked in the joy of discovery, in the power of the child they had created together. The future had never looked
