"Do candles delight in melting themselves whilst yielding their warmth and light to the benefit of their companions?"
~
The Caretaker's Cottage,
Betwixt the Kingdom of Tristendyre and the Hyll-Decantan Promontory,
A far spent hour into the heart of the rainy night,
Second Sunnight of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of Adon-Vericus IV
Imogen's first instinct at the sight of Aldric quivering with tears and fear was compassion and the need to protect him from all the darkness that was subjecting his heart and mind.
He seemed like far too young a soul to be yielded to the traumas of fright in the dark of night and she needed to be the sole candle of comfort that he could resort to, where no other could rise to be the mother in his life.
