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#inktober day 27 #raidothebook

The moment faded...
Raido stood silent, piercing with his gaze into the place beyond reach until the last gleam of distant light faded from his face, as if veiled by the sudden storm cloud. He stood there, his back straight, but his head bowed, like an ancient sentinel, whose name had long been forgotten, the weight of countless ages upon his shoulders.
He kneeled next to the bed, formed of twisted roots by their host. Leithe turned around in her sleep. Her breath was soft, but strong, the fever retreating and its nightmare being replaced by the healthy, replenishing slumber. Raido’s battered armored coat, wrapped around the girl like a blanket, radiated with comforting warmth. The underhill, previously dry and devoid of life was now filled with thick bushy moss and green saplings. Several tiny fireflies were circling around, sparks dimming then rekindling back again in their own slow musical rhythm.
Raido’s lips moved humming quietly an old lullaby of soft cat paws and sweet berries and warm evenings under the carved wooden roof… The night birds seemed to go silent. A wary hare stopped it’s run and stood on its hind legs, and the Western Wind had found a perch in between the branches of the underhill’s ceiling to listen to the song as the time slowly passed.
“Take care, little Fionnin,” said Raido, his words barely audible. A fond smile softened his sharp features for a brief moment. “I leave you my favourite coat. It isn’t pretty, but it will drive the remnants of the Vrainfever out. I would leave you the sword as well, but I shall need it one more time. May the light of the First Sky guide you.”
He kissed Leithe’s brow softly and stood up, taking his weapon.
“Remember your vow,” he said into the darkness in the far corner. “You are to protect her for a day and a night, then open a safe path and provide guidance.”
“My boon has been paid. My vow stands true, Lord Wanderer,” the darkness whispered. The roots parted, revealing the passage into the cold autumn morning.
A startled hare darted off as a warrior, tall and thin strode through the shallow mist. He looked old and it seemed his sword bore the weight of a thousand swords..

#raido

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#inktober day 27 #raidothebook

The moment faded...
Raido stood silent, piercing with his gaze into the place beyond reach until the last gleam of distant light faded from his face, as if veiled by the sudden storm cloud. He stood there, his back straight, but his head bowed, like an ancient sentinel, whose name had long been forgotten, the weight of countless ages upon his shoulders.
He kneeled next to the bed, formed of twisted roots by their host. Leithe turned around in her sleep. Her breath was soft, but strong, the fever retreating and its nightmare being replaced by the healthy, replenishing slumber. Raido’s battered armored coat, wrapped around the girl like a blanket, radiated with comforting warmth. The underhill, previously dry and devoid of life was now filled with thick bushy moss and green saplings. Several tiny fireflies were circling around, sparks dimming then rekindling back again in their own slow musical rhythm.
Raido’s lips moved humming quietly an old lullaby of soft cat paws and sweet berries and warm evenings under the carved wooden roof… The night birds seemed to go silent. A wary hare stopped it’s run and stood on its hind legs, and the Western Wind had found a perch in between the branches of the underhill’s ceiling to listen to the song as the time slowly passed.
“Take care, little Fionnin,” said Raido, his words barely audible. A fond smile softened his sharp features for a brief moment. “I leave you my favourite coat. It isn’t pretty, but it will drive the remnants of the Vrainfever out. I would leave you the sword as well, but I shall need it one more time. May the light of the First Sky guide you.”
He kissed Leithe’s brow softly and stood up, taking his weapon.
“Remember your vow,” he said into the darkness in the far corner. “You are to protect her for a day and a night, then open a safe path and provide guidance.”
“My boon has been paid. My vow stands true, Lord Wanderer,” the darkness whispered. The roots parted, revealing the passage into the cold autumn morning.
A startled hare darted off as a warrior, tall and thin strode through the shallow mist. He looked old and it seemed his sword bore the weight of a thousand swords..

#raido