Arrow Lake The fires of Mount Doom.

At first he did not notice as the precipitation began above them. Njal didn't even hear it - for the blood was pounding through him. Catching in his ears and deafening; but he was not blind to her. Despite the lust that coursed unobstructed through the man's body, he saw the quiet that settled upon her with the rain. Her eyes closed and in that moment, without their eyes locked further, the spell appeared to be broken. The heat within him was strong but so was the suddenly sharp touch of the oncoming spring; a reprieve from a higher power, maybe. It was enough to make him realize what was going on, at least to a point. Njal was oblivious to the reasons for why he stayed, but he latched upon the opening to flee - and was suddenly absent from her side. He pulled himself away as if lodged in quicksand; each step harder than the last, yet lightened by the drops. Xi'nuata had a peaceful expression on her face and it did not last very long. A breath. A pull away. With a deep inhalation of the wetness in the air, Njal felt cleansed. He turned from her fully and departed, carefully - but quickly - following the edge of the lake and down the mountain, towards his waiting wife.

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