Spiraling down from the sky, I waited on land with outstretched arms. She landed celestially with the grace and elegance of a hardened dancer.
As I carried her close in my arms, she noticed my own scorched wings, and interrogated me.
I looked into her eyes, smiled, and whispered in her left ear, "I'm going to fuck the hubris out of your marrow babygirl." This silenced her, as she knew that I was a holy terror.
We walked toward our little cottage where she would accept the moon's mandate.