She sat motionless for a few seconds, as rippling divinity purred around her in agitation. Her pale golden hair turned midnight black. Her amethyst eyes became vacant voids only broken with the subtle stars of violet sparks floating silently within. While marks of woven secrecy and shadows began budding from her fair, pale skin. As she then unclasped her folded hands, spreading them wide in an almost inviting gesture. And the shadows answered.
Long tendrils of once static shades cast by dim light began crawling towards her. Slowly at first, a fraction of an inch at a time. And then they were leaping. Running. Rushing, like children dashing to their mother after a day's separation.
"My lord." Abraham whispered to me then, his tone cautionary and his stance switched to battle ready.
