His size shifted. Large enough to be held but small enough to fit like a child in his arms… the child that the elder Lunar never had the chance to hold in his arms. Latching onto the fabric of his robes the Tsar simply wept, holding onto his father for dear life, as if the moment he let go the man would fade into the nothing from whence he came.
At least for now, he had his father back. The explanations were meaningless words. What mattered was the fact that they were reunited, at least for now.
"I love you, Papa…" The words came out a hushed whisper before being repeated again and again until he could not cry any longer. All his energy had been expended and the Tsar had fallen asleep in his arms.
"I love you too…" He choked back, holding the young man until he was fast asleep. He rested there for a few moments, enjoying the silence and his son.
Then ever so slowly, he carried Mani out of the shop, and down the road to call to the moth that awaited him. He returned them to the clipper, to where Celeste was resting. She was awake but drousy, blinking at her husband as he came into the room and settled down next to her. It was a moment before she realized who Lunar had settled between the two, and laid her head back down, her hand over her son’s heart.
Lunar smiled and put his hand over hers, feeling the magic keeping them there start to fade. He leaned over and kissed his wife’s forehead, then his son’s, Celeste following suit as they tried to sleep.
By morning they were gone.
The two blinked as the magic washed over them.
"So… until the New Earth Year?" Celeste said softly, looking at her hands.
"Apparently!" Lunar said with a smile, quickly grabbing his wife’s hand and spinning her around. She laughed softly, grabbing her husband’s other hand and turning it into a waltz.
"How long is that anyway?"
"Not a clue."
Yup, looks like the rents are here till New Years night! have at you guys!