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Even with his eyes attuned only to movement the brightness of the runes marking her body is striking. She shouts in her tongue and power erupts from her hand, but he feels only the wind and the pressing of her body against him. She presses her face against his neck and his arms tighten their embrace of her. They hang still for a moment suspended over the water, the wind itself bearing the touch of his life to her. “Sof’ya,” he whispers and the name suffuses itself into the movement of the air around her, speaking again and again with each of the diverse currents of air that move against her body, “Sof’ya ush’a ha’shama’im.” Again he presses her tightly against himself and, exhaling strongly, moves with her to the clearing, the force of the winds around them scattering the wolves. Their feet touch the soft grass and he is spent, but he will not release his embrace of her just yet.
ooc: KayLisa will have noted that life left his body while the axes were not in his possession. [Even the Devouring Wind does not know about this.]
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