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[Arahim]

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Night, as was Her wont, fell across Life's varied existence calmly, seductively. Confident in Her uncanny power over the thoughts and imaginations of both supplicants, and strangers. Fastidiously arrayed in dark, velvet midnight. A crescent sliver of ice upon Her neck, a shower of cold diamonds strewn at her slippered feet to mark Her passage, and pay Her solemn tribute. Her silken, swaying gait hinting at intimate secrets, betraying no sense of unseemly haste. Her soft breath in unison with the uncountable sighs of the Sleeping. Her not ungentle touch a deep chill uniquely Her own, and unmistakable in it's signature. Painting the slumbering world with light frost, laughing as She does so, while arranging Her cyclic, ephemeral court as best pleasing to Her. Beguiling and fanatic without apology.

A born Queen, destined to die and born again and again into inifinity.

The trappings of impending Winter were everywhere Arahim turned his eye as he sat alone beneath Lady Night's trailing, gauzy train. His breath hung heavily in the air, white and bilious like some unanswered question lingering.

The rapidly browning grass at his feet crackled with the song of tiny fires for the passing span of a moment, then died away as the thin skin of icy crystals broke away under his weight.

There was an elusive truth, a change in his life that had nothing to do with the inevitability of Autumn dying to make way for the coming Winter, that hung about him like some vague phantom, and made his sleep mercurial, and his thoughts meandering.

But like the wispy snatches of cold breath which played about his face, he could not grab hold of what it was that worried him so, nor could he turn them solid.

Winter would soon flower fully, and so Arahim hoped would this ghost of trouble he -knew- stood off to one side, as yet unseen, awaiting it's time to take center stage.

Without speaking it, he hoped the din and clamor this new variable created in his life, as it surely must do, would not silence that which he now had, and held so very dear.