[Cyril Darkcloud]

TAOWolf posted: OOC:hmmm......how's that?

ooc: I’ll let Cyril answer that himself.

ic: Stunning! All of the gracefulness of a flame alive in the wind. ~ There is something strangely healing about watching her like this. The exhaustion and weakness are still very much within his limbs but his memories have ceased their stormy raging and the violent edge has left his emotions. He smiles feeling the silent music of the wind moving against him and seeing the mingled dances of wind and flame and starlight find such striking oneness in her movements. As she spins he moves toward her, his movements corresponding to hers. Her spinning slows and he reaches forward touching her shoulders and drawing himself against her. “Sof’ya’ he whispers, kissing her lightly on the forehead, “Sof’ya ush’a ha’shama’im.” ~ She dances with such beauty within a wind that even her gods cannot command. Yes, I have named her rightly. ~ They move silent and together several long minutes in this wind that bears them until, with a breath from Cyril, the movement of the air shifts returning them slowly to the clearing.

[ 04-03-2002, 10:57 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]