Shadowkill

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Shadow crooned wordless sounds, her voice rich and flowing. Cool. Caressing. Magical. Like spring rain falling from clouds so high the drops seemed to come from the sun.

AUTUMN ROSE saw:

HERSELF in gold and diamonds and pure black avrishum, under a crystal chandelier that gilded the delicate hairs on her ivory forearms. She played Vagnag and across from her, her only mark was her grandfather. The cards came and the dice leaped to her fingers. She stripped him to his skin, laughed at him and went walking out, a man beside her, a shadowy figure without a face who sheltered her and protected her and… loved her.

MIRALYS saw: ROHANT \ AND

ROHANT saw: MIRALYS /

Lissorn with baby S’ragis sitting on his shoulder-dead baby, golden baby-shining in the hot yellow sun. Jesgejarn, young and shining with the vigor of the young. In a ring around them, clan Voallts, the living and the dead, arms on shoulders dancing.

In the sun on the Savannah, Miralys and Rohant danced with their children, the dead children and the living, danced the Varavany about the carcass of a grand bull yrz.