Their eyes seemed to light up more than those candles in that dimly dark place of the hall that held the few memories left of the dead from the battlefield.
Those last two weeks without seeing each other were hellish, especially for Hiraeth, who was receiving titles and honors she did not desire. Sasha was in great anxiety after her meeting with Ariel Patil a few weeks ago.
Sasha ran and hugged Hiraeth, who was taken by surprise by Sasha's strong and warm embrace; it wasn't sudden, but that warmth emanating from the albino's arms comforted her.
Hiraeth intertwined her arms around Sasha's waist and pulled her closer, finding comfort in inhaling the lavender scent of her perfume, which seemed to always linger with her, even during that war.
The sound was merely of the environment: the light breeze passing through the window, the crackling of the candles, the wax dripping from the candles; everything else was silent.
