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Cyril Darkcloud · 04-03-2002, 01:18 PM

ooc: Rewrite.

There is the movement of new warmth within his hand, and movement new and burning within his limbs. The rune upon her hand has changed and its new lines of color speak with the symbols of life lived close to the sky. She speaks now of the child with a true and quiet joy ringing in her voice. “...... a child greater than either you or I can imagine,” she says. “She will be like her mother then,” he smiles.** Not pausing to look at the runic mark that has formed among his burns, he reaches forward in the movement of this new warmth that her cheek might be the first touch he feels. Allowing his touch to linger along the curves of her face, he reaches forward with his other hand and draws her forward into his arms and the embrace of the fire tinged air that surrounds him. The winds build as he holds her and, pressing the palm of his newly marked hand against hers, he whispers,

“My life breathing into your life.
Your life burning into mine.
The flames of your heart,
the storms of my heart
move now together
in the wind of our breathing
and the wind that we breathe.”

Savoring the air that enfolds them, he kisses her. The winds bear them upward as their lips meet until the flame tinged air that enfolds them glows red in the blush of sunfall.

** Of course, he has no right to know the child is a girl. And no, he does not even realize that he knows this at the moment.

04-03-2002, 01:18 PM	#128
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	ooc: Rewrite. There is the movement of new warmth within his hand, and movement new and burning within his limbs. The rune upon her hand has changed and its new lines of color speak with the symbols of life lived close to the sky. She speaks now of the child with a true and quiet joy ringing in her voice. “...... a child greater than either you or I can imagine,” she says. “She will be like her mother then,” he smiles. Not pausing to look at the runic mark that has formed among his burns, he reaches forward in the movement of this new warmth that her cheek might be the first touch he feels. Allowing his touch to linger along the curves of her face, he reaches forward with his other hand and draws her forward into his arms and the embrace of the fire tinged air that surrounds him. The winds build as he holds her and, pressing the palm of his newly marked hand against hers, he whispers, “My life breathing into your life. Your life burning into mine. The flames of your heart, the storms of my heart move now together in the wind of our breathing and the wind that we breathe.” Savoring the air that enfolds them, he kisses her. The winds bear them upward as their lips meet until the flame tinged air that enfolds them glows red in the blush of sunfall. Of course, he has no right to know the child is a girl. And no, he does not even realize that he knows this at the moment.