Stavanger Bay Smoking Embers

The icy blue of her eyes sent a cool chill through his body as they met his, and the flames of his mind were snuffed out. She found her footing, unsteady beneath her, as she inched towards him.

But Andr could see her hesitance, her ears held back, the uncertainty in her expression, and he pleaded to himself 'please don't spook... please don't go.'

He still did not know if she was a figment of his imagination... that was until... 'Andr. Real?'

She spoke. Clear and audible. Whispered but spoken nonetheless. The first words he had ever heard her say and that was something his mind would not have been able to conjure.

The tension that had been pent up within him escaped in a relieved sigh. It was her... it was really her...

The corners of his mouth curved into a smile. "Yes... Yes It's me... and you're... you're here" his words still gentle and mystified, but blissful.

He moved towards her to close the gap between them, and reached out to her.