The riverside is relatively new to me, merely a place I have glanced at from a distance through my wanderings. There is little appeal to it. It is vast and endless, empty and pointless. I often wonder why such places exist, why it is they are not claimed by packs or running rampant with beasts. They merely exist, but is that not like the existence of some wolves? They are merely are. As I pass through it, I cannot help but eye it with a disgruntlement. Still, this is where Solaris has directed me and so I search for him, moving like a ghost through the tall grass, blending with the ambient silence. I try not to think too much on what it is he will say. I do not know, and yet I am almost writhing in pain at that not knowing. I have to. I had pledged myself to him a long time ago, and now I finally am given the chance to see why.

He is not a difficult creature to see as I pass through the grass and break into the clearing. Illuminated by the moon, he is a white blemish on the shore line, even the crimson of his chest alight like the sunset. I pause for a moment, observing him. He appears self assured, at least, which is a good thing to be in these situations. I often wonder what others think of when they see the two of us together. We are alike and yet we are different. He is as the sun is - vibrant and blinding - and I am but the moon, sullen and pale. It is a good thing, I am thinking, to be within his shadow for the time being. It provides me cover.

Finally, I shrug off my thoughts and begin to amble towards him. He is expecting me, no, and so I have no reason to announce my arrival. Instead, I merely arrive and take my position across from him, lowering to my belly and sprawling out so that I am comfortable. I suppose it will take some time, or at least, I am content to allow it to. It is a night I have been waiting for for but two years. Though I do not want to, I am able to wait longer.

"A bonus noctis.

A good night, indeed, for whatever it is he has to say. The air is clean, the field silent and lonely and we, concealed by the night and by the endless plains of emptiness. Nobody will hear us. Nobody will see us. They say he is an Angel and yet, I wonder what he will truly be once he speaks.