On Cold Winds

[501warhead 1796]

It took less than a moment. A biting cold wind flew through Vailor as if a winter storm was to land ashore shortly - bone cold, leaving grown men and children alike shivering through their clothes.

 

Alone in a forest an aged man drew himself up to full stature, aged and worn robes molding to his movements as he stood upright. He looked about for a moment, the wizened features of his ancient face reflecting for a moment in the midnight light as his gaze absorbed the world about him. As a secondary gust rolled through the leaves around him his robes fluttered in the breeze along with his dusty beard, revealing for a flash more of his countenance. A smile cracked through his features which seemed to match his features perfectly as a low, gravelly chuckle emitted from the elder. He drew forth from his robes a small pipe, withered fingers grasping to it's worn wooden surface, to bring it up to his lips as he turned to head deeper in the forest letting a small trail of smoke rise into the night sky as he walked. Small piles of snow fell off of the man's robes as white spires pierced the horizon above the darkened forest.

 

It was a new day but certainly an old face.

 

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.