The Crossroads

The Sylvari stood there. The angular plating of her body, the gardenias growing on her armor, in her hair, a gleaming golden starcaster sitting on her hip. Across from her, clad in robes and wearing a three horned crown, white hair flowing in the breeze, a clever smile playing at her lips, eyes obsucred from view, The Walker at the Crossroads herself.

"I've come to bargain." The sylvari's voice is clear. Firm. Proud.

The Moon raises an eyebrow, "And who has sent you little flower?"

"No one." The Sylvari hesitates for a moment, and then seems to steel themselves. "I'm my own master now."

The smile on her lips widens. "Oh? And what bargain could be so great that you would have need of me?"

The sylvari looks into Luna's ever shifting eyes as she speaks, "I am daff-Gardenia, and I need you to protect someone."

"Oh I have heard your little prayers." Luna waves her hand dismissively. Her smile grows predatory. "I want to know what you will offer me in return."

"Gaia." The Sylvari says plainly.

Luna's smile twists into a frown. She cocks her head to the side, as if hearing whispers on the winds. "You have come to The Crossroads, and you offer Gaia? You are bold indeed little flower."

The Sylvari nods. "What I love, for what you love."

Luna's eyes solidify for a moment, her expression softens, a gentle expression on her face. There is an unimstakable wistfulness and longing in her voice. "The things we do for love. They change us. Regardless of how that love begins."

The sylvari nods hesitantly, and the hair shifts in front of Luna's eyes once more. Luna looks back at the sylvari again. "Very well. I will protect your precious little solar, and you will return Gaia to me. The bargain is struck, little Daffodil."

The sylvari nods, and watchs as the Moon bursts into silver butterflies, scattering in a thousand directions.