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[Arahim]

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Beginnings are the fallen stars
plunged into silvery waters.
Beautiful in their dying.


~Old Cove saying~

[Arahim]

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The sky poured stones along their path until the three reached what seemed the edge of the world.

Towering til its top was past guessing at height, an ancient tree stood as marker to land's end. Its overgrown limbs stretching over Malas' star strewn abyss.

Bridging firmament and the void.

The tree's trunk was covered in growths of ivy, and pitted with deep boles. Flowers found their way between gnarled and knobby root as a decorative carpet run rampant with color. Ten grown men holding hands would be hard pressed to surround its circumference without leaving gaps.

Arranged as if by conscious design, saplings circled the great tree. Ringed at set intervals, an arcane geometry and interconnection flashed briefly before shifting and realigning. The possibilities and permutations just past understanding.

Perhaps hundreds of years away from fulfilling such towering potential, the young growth was suffused with a life giving energy that sang in each of the three within the circle. Purer, maybe, less dilute for their newness, and accessibility, as Arahim watched his companions, and touched gently at the greenery around him.

The strength of the place, however powerful, and out of reach, came in bright torrents from the ancient tree at its center. The magnitude left no room for question.

Thistledown, white and clean, caught the Night's breeze in wide swirls and eddies. Come to rest here and there to paint the green leaves and grass in cottony wisps of pure moonlit ivory.

Kissed by the flutter of tiny wings dictating the drifting ebb of nature's secret rhythms, pixies made play in and amongst the serenity of the scene. Their dance shaking bough and branch above in rustling waves. A song complemented with the sounds of tinkling bells, and tinny, fey laughter.

A painting set alone, and out of time, come to life.

Arahim remained quiet. Alana and Aingeal did likewise, and were accepted.

It was a beginning.