"Lady Xenedra, please come forward and share your own enchanting tale to keep us all enthralled."
Xenedra Ambreaus comes forward, her bright coat a start constrast to the white atmosphere."Hello again~"
"Truth be told, I don't have many love stories in my arsenal, but~"
"There's one love story I think most of us are familiar with, so..."
"The story begins with Oschon, one very near and dear to many of us here. As we wander, he watches over us, but who guides his foot falls?"
"One might argue that The Navigator is well suited to such a task, but no. Oschon creates his own path, with only the Sun and Moon to light his way."
"Throughout the day he'd make his way across the land, feet pointed in whatever direction felt natural to him at the moment and now and then he'd cast an appreciative glance at lovely Azeyma."
"The golden goddess rarely had time to acknowledge her celestial peer though, busy as she was filling the day with radiance for the multitudes of men and women working away. As she'd pass from his view they'd exchange a brief bow and that was that. His respect for the elder sister, then fell to the younger as she took her turn lighting his path."
"Gentle Menphina would follow Azeyma's blazing path across the then-blank sky, her light only a pale glow in comparison, but a comfort to Oschon after the day's bustle."
"Menphina, her attentions not torn by the masses like her sister, also had the time to exchange words with him. So across the spans and centuries and eons, from the time when they all began to walk their paths, whether straight or meandering, that is precisely what the two did."
"Each night, as Azeyma took her leave, Menphina would hurry into the sky to meet with Oschon and they spoke about wishes and dreams, fears and desires~."
"Oschon came to understand that blushing, luminous Menphina was very much like himself. A solitary soul wandering across her sky, guiding others, but never asking anything for herself. This struck him like a bow string snapping in hand, along with one even more startling revelation:"
He loved her.
"Quiet, giving Menphina had accomplished the impossible: she had stopped The Wanderer in his tracks."
"But he didn't stay still for long. Feelings realized, Oschon set out to find the path into the sky. WHAT path into the sky, you might say, but certainly if such a thing DOES exist, OSCHON should be able to find it, right?"
"And find it he did, guided by the wind, to a route hidden and undistinguishable to the mortal eye. Establishing his footing on the unfamiliar blackness, he set out resolutely for Menphina's soft glow."
Kestlona and others listen intently, leaning forward towards Xenedra and the story continues to unfold.
"He found her with her knees curled to her chest, feeble sobs shaking her bent form. Shock stilled Oschon for the second time, before he rushed to her side and pulled her to him."
"'Dear Menphina, what has happened?'" he pressed gently, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze."
"In her eyes he met with surprise and quickly blossoming relief."
"'You had gone! Disappeared for so long and I'd feared...' the thought died on her lips as she realized he was WITH her."
"'You're..!'" she gasped."
"'The reason I was gone. The way here is not easy to find.'"
"His words and his smile soothed her and for a time they simply held one another."
"Eventually he spoke, 'I cannot stay, not forever, you know this...' And of course he could not, the Wanderer MUST wander..."
"Her answer came as a forlorn little nod."
"'You'll no longer be alone when I'm not with you.'" With that, he took up her chin once more and kissed her for the first time. The glimmer from each tear flared to life, filling up the blank night sky.
"And that's how the very stars came into being; Oschon created them keep lonely Menphina company. Funny that his Wanderers use them even now to guide their way~"
Xenedra Ambreaus bows, the crowd lifting in applause! Shy as the sky seemed to be, a cover of clouds sheltered the beautiful stars, but the image still vivid in everyone's mind.