The young paralogos lived a carefree life, alone, safe for her caretaker. But she liked it that way - it was only her and the old lightkeeper, their days a simple routine. He would call her April when it rained and May when the sun shone upon them. When the storms broke through and their task became the most crucial, he would simply call her Friend.
During the days, when it was bright, they went on walks together, May and the old keeper, walking together in silenc...
