" The joy, the dizzy bliss—the wonder of it all—Jeron had never experienced anything like it. Moon-rays and fairy lights glinted on Niamh’s loose hair and in her eyes. There was no hesitance in her actions, and none of the self-doubt Jeron had noticed before.
Just gentle touch and kiss, the warmth of love’s first dawning.
He distanced his face enough that she would not mistake his expression. “All of this, here and now. This is real, do you understand?” He touched one finger to the compass at her chest. “True north. I promise.”
“I believe you,” she said. “And, I can be the north star. I am a Starsong after all. Now kiss me one more time before we make that final round.”
Jeron complied, again and again and even once more for good measure, the world fading into cricket song and budding flowers on the first full-moon night of the spring. "

― Eliza Sinclair , Valiant Heart, Tanahr Tales Book 1