The One would tell stories of the stars and Suns, of dragons and fangs, and of power and plans. The Other would draw in the dirt of dreams and memories not quite ready to be seen, told of horrors One would never believe and of sadness, loneliness and the darkness between trees.
On one of those slightly darkened, destined nights, right on the edge of sunlight, One gave the Other a new thing to share and delight. One thought that instead of bringing something each day, that the other cherished and took away, that instead they would hide them with the Sky, where during day, they hid away waiting, for when day parted and night was reclaimed, the