32. The Ye Olde Jubilee Yin

Starlight was a funny, fuzzy thing. It could be seen, touched, and felt, it was tangible enough, but could never be captured in a tiny little jar so Leila could always carry it at her side.

Minutes in the cave felt like days outside. She had never realized how much she would cherish the chilly night air, the beautiful serenade sung by a nightingale, the resting canopies of forests under the shade of silver light, and of course, the moon itself. It was exceptionally round and bright tonight; a creamy yellow hue graciously shined upon the Misty Mountains, as if the moon was a token of a blithe reunion.

Leila leaned over to hug her dragon prince as they flew in the breeze. His warmth melted away all the coldness she had gathered in the freezing deep cave. She pressed her flesh close to his scales as he took her out of the dense Needle Woods, passed over glittering ribbons of streams, and finally came to the residential quarters where the local villagers had dwelled for centuries. The dra