Takoda soared over the treetops, his body buzzing as he approached Ophelia’s cabin. There she was, like clockwork, on her back porch leaning against one of the wooden beams framing the stairs.

He sighed, even from a distance her radiance was all-encompassing. She’d make fun of him for thinking that but it did not negate the truth of the matter. To him, she was a lantern and he was but a simple-minded moth drawn to her beauty. She could be the death of him, it would matter ...