Breezes and Butterflies

Perhaps just this once, it was alright to be foolish.

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The moon hung in the sky like a silver ornament, glowing brilliantly against the black night. The air that blanketed her was warm; evidence that summer was near. She could hear the ocean in the distance, the ever changing tides colliding with the never changing shore, the sound like a lullaby in her distant pass.

And she wondered, vaguely, where he was and what he was doing.

Was he thinking of her? Was the sight of the moon as beautiful in his position as it was in hers? Did he miss her the way she did? Did his heart ache, the way her heart ached; did his hands long to touch her, the way her hands itched to touch him?

A breeze caressed her and it carried with it the laughter of children, the singing of ancient songs, the words of love and loss – all from faraway lands.

And her thoughts turned again. If she spoke to the wind around her, would her words reach him? If the winds brought him her love, would he answer back?

She laughed lightly, chastising herself for her foolishness. She blamed her silly antics on the abrupt change of atmosphere. Her teammate's suggestion of taking a vacation in the Land of Mist was a wonderful idea. How unfortunate that it was poorly planned… how unfortunate, that he, the one she wished to share this night with was gone on a mission.

She twirled a lock of her pale pink hair around her finger as her mind wandered again.

A butterfly fluttered by and she watched, awestruck by its elegant beauty. She recognized it almost instantly, a rare Papilionoidea, known for its simplistic splendor. Its white wings blazed under the moon's illumination, making the animal look ethereal, like a magical creature from the fairytales she loved so much.

And it moved on, engaging the gentle wind in a complex tango – one only nature could provide the music for.

She laughed once more and decided that perhaps just this once, it was alright to be foolish.

"I love you."

And the wind carried her love with it as it traveled the world, bringing it to a young man who was most eager to return to his loved one.

Her feather soft voice sighed in his ear as the win subsided.

And when the breeze picked up again, his reply flew with it.

"I love you too."

A/N: Just a drabble. :) But reviews are still appreciated. Haha, thanks.