[ His light is dimmer than when they were young, before Men came and slaughtered their people. Before he urged the king to make an indestructible army. All that, and more, has happened. The years of exile have worn him down - on his own without her gentle grace to guide him. Perhaps the gods - their grandparents - have chosen to bestow this second chance somehow. Stranger miracles have happened.
Her sorrow, her joy, the bittersweet pain echoes inside his chest, prompting Nuada to tighten his arms around her. He will be the safe harbor to battle her storms, as she should have been so many centuries before. ]
Never, my sister. Tiring of you is an impossibility. [ He sighs, resting his cheek against the top of her head. ] Nor I will let anyone part us again.
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Her sorrow, her joy, the bittersweet pain echoes inside his chest, prompting Nuada to tighten his arms around her. He will be the safe harbor to battle her storms, as she should have been so many centuries before. ]
Never, my sister. Tiring of you is an impossibility. [ He sighs, resting his cheek against the top of her head. ] Nor I will let anyone part us again.