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Paldor, the newfound bane to her existence or so it seemed. She spent more time thinking about him than she would have liked to have admitted and part of her resented herself for it. It seemed as if Fate had stripped her of so much only to dangle something so... new, so invigorating before her as some kind of cruel test. She'd never been the one to truly swoon over another; Nero had been the other half to her soul but even then, the affection was strange... almost out of place and more business, self service if you would. Vague, too, had been much the same - she had felt for him, yes, but it had always felt like a mechanical response, something she had been trained to do. Even now she felt guilty over the thought of feeling such a way but that was the thing with feelings - they were sudden, bursting through the door and sweeping you away before you could find your grounding. And now, she was drowning beneath the weight of insecurity like a lost, scared puppy all over again.

Why would he want her, after all? She was not a prize, not a trophy by any means - she was aging, too long of leg, too narrow of body and too unstable of mind. She had once been beautiful, had once been vain over such a fact, but now she was afraid that such luster had been lost after years of failure. Mirovis, Iromar, each and every child born to her.... cursed, a wretch like her. She couldn't remember a time she had been so afraid of rejection. She'd always been so strong, able to dismiss her own later mate with a straight face; able to hunt for her own daughter's life with indifference; but now, she trembled within the confines of her den. She was afraid and she had spent so long awake because of it, shifting about her empty den restlessly. Alone, alone, was something she was born to be.

He'd always been good with his timing or so she had found and no sooner than another thought of him had crossed his mind did she hear the whisper of his voice. Frozen for a moment, she stared out quietly, half expecting the wind to blow the scent and voice away like the rest of them but no, it stayed. He was here, he had stayed - she did not know why she was so afraid, she simply knew she was. It was expected of him to leave, just like the others.

"I seldom sleep any night," she called up before rising, her lithe form sliding from her den and around Paldor so that she stood beside him, facing out over the landscape behind him.

"What calls you out at such an hour?"

She continued to stare out over the world, her skin prickling in nervousness and anticipation. Perhaps it was merely the winter that did such a thing to her, she could hardly remember if it had been this way before. They were fools in that moment, two fools side by side in a land full of them. Was she a fool for imagining herself capable of beginning yet another chapter? Or had he been a fool to come to her at such an hour, when souls were raw and red with loneliness? Everybody was weak in the darkness and for once, she was no exception.

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