The Spring Fever has broken.

Mates have all been chosen; not a beautiful hand remains unheld.

Love sent out to the universe has been found to return in unexpected and stunningly pure ways. Where in spring, love was frantic and explosive, it now settles into the joyful haze of early summer.

The mage acknowledges the benefits of solitude-- where he gathers knowledge, wisdom, and power. But he also cannot deny those urges he shares with all creatures. All his brothers.

He keeps his slender hand empty, stained blue with moonlight, waiting for the soft touch of the Elvish Queen.

And he continues to watch that distant star glow so beautifully.