consume me; any

[Oona]

Oona

And under that starry sky does the woman look at the man, her gaze unwavering. She is methodical with everything she does.

Each step.
Each breath.
Each word.

She is unmoving as the mountains, and just as unencumbered. She considered this stallion's words carefully and with her own gaze she peers at him, watching his expression as well for some kind of trickery. A flinch. A flicker.

A few quiet seconds pass, enough for something to crack and surface. But there is nothing.

And so with a curt nod to her new companion, she agrees.

"Let us be off then."

There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'