The Sunspire Falling Away

In the wake of his words, only the wind dared to make a sound. And even then it was a whisper to coax her ears to rise and brush against an ashen cheek. She had drawn nearer to him as she listen, bold and certain as she slipped beyond the threshold of safety to tread both the physical and implied dangerous grounds. What she felt was strange… what implored her to wait and heed each word as he spoke, to consider and accept his offer, was a feeling not only in mind but heart as well. And it was dangerous, for the words of her dame crept from the recesses of memory to recite their words of warning to the babe that wandered down the familiar path. Yet she could not call this road she ventured ‘love’. But respect… adoration. Worth the steps from known into the unknown that she might attain a new understanding, and dare she hope for it; joy. By strength of will, she managed to pull her cheek from his to hold the gaze of a single orb. The coolness of the wind graced her naked cheek, but it was in a fleeting moment as the warmth of content returned the color to her pale cheeks. She the light. And he the shadow. One could not be without the other. And it was a promise. A promise she intended to keep, and have him keep as well. “Then we may leave at your leisure... as long as I am at your side.” [Exits with Raheerah]