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It was good that Denorial was so determined, because when the Sidhe wandered into the Above World, he had gotten rather unlucky... He was a proud, noble, wielder of his own soul, a warrior in his own right! And now, he was a sweaty robed mess, standing amidst towering sand dunes, the high sun pounding down upon him, his hair appearing as another mirage in the heat shimmer of the sand. He'd come up in the Desert of all places...
Well, if his lady had wanted to truly wilt his passions, this was the way to do it, at least physically, thankfully, given his bloodline, he had the blessing of more leeway then most in the unforgiving place, but the Deserts of Anudor were no laughing matter to anyone, and even immortals could find the place to be a crucible without equal in it's own right.
He wasn't EXACTLY sure where he'd popped up in the desert itself either, but he did know this place was called The Expanse by many through whispered word alone, and that cooler lands lay to the north, all he had to do was put one foot in front of the other, and hope nothing that dwelled here ate him, and he would be in a far more comfortable place before too long. All his affection, spurned cruelly by the woman he loved, despite his own will to prove himself to her, in this place, under this sun, surrounded by sand, it was hard not to forget and replace love with Malice, that thin line so easy to cross at times, between love and hate that some said they were one in the same...
If he set the setting sun to his right, he'd be heading north, and in the right direction, but he could prove himself anywhere in truth, it was truly up to him, and the first step to any journey is always the true start of any tale. For this one moment, the fates and the world stood still, breathless as it waited for him to choose. This one crystalline moment standing out in the Tale of Silverhair.
Well, if his lady had wanted to truly wilt his passions, this was the way to do it, at least physically, thankfully, given his bloodline, he had the blessing of more leeway then most in the unforgiving place, but the Deserts of Anudor were no laughing matter to anyone, and even immortals could find the place to be a crucible without equal in it's own right.
He wasn't EXACTLY sure where he'd popped up in the desert itself either, but he did know this place was called The Expanse by many through whispered word alone, and that cooler lands lay to the north, all he had to do was put one foot in front of the other, and hope nothing that dwelled here ate him, and he would be in a far more comfortable place before too long. All his affection, spurned cruelly by the woman he loved, despite his own will to prove himself to her, in this place, under this sun, surrounded by sand, it was hard not to forget and replace love with Malice, that thin line so easy to cross at times, between love and hate that some said they were one in the same...
If he set the setting sun to his right, he'd be heading north, and in the right direction, but he could prove himself anywhere in truth, it was truly up to him, and the first step to any journey is always the true start of any tale. For this one moment, the fates and the world stood still, breathless as it waited for him to choose. This one crystalline moment standing out in the Tale of Silverhair.