Saying these cryptic words, Elura finally drove the needle into her forehead that seemed to have reached its end and when she dropped her hand, Elura was gone and his mother sat before him, her eyes closed as if deep in sleep.
There was no need for words, Rowan instantly knew that the woman before him was the one that gave birth to him, her face and Elura's were exact, but her Aura… was blazing.
Where Elura'a Aura was cold and calculating, his mother was nothing but fire, her robes were an indication of her Spirit, boundless. She did not walk in the shadows, and her emotions were worn on her sleeves. She loved without judging and her smile… her laughter… gods her laughter. Rowan could still remember the dance he had with her when Time was frozen and the universe was for them alone.
