<em>Somewhere on the way...</em><br/><br/>The glint in her eyes shone brighter than the aura of the seven that beheld her, but it wasn’t enough to hold them back. Albeit it was night time – and the Lords of the night ffared well on such evenings – theirs was the province of hearth and immortality.<br/><br/>They floated and wrapped themselves around her, shrouding her in charms and beauty and misery. Like a poet’s remorse she merely stood there and accepted her punishment. It didn’t take long for the shroud to carry her away, and once she was gone… a fool in a priest’s suit walked where the leaves had flustered and mopped it back into the soil. He made his way into the temple where he shall continue his watch till the next breeze brings another of his chosen forth.