The Naming
To everyone’s eyes he looked like a young man, but his appearance could trick anyone into considering him as such. Indeed, a neat trick this was for he was much older that his skin was telling. A deeper look into his eyes would have unveiled a sea of years and each thought that crossed his wandering mind only added more and more. But then again not many would dare to glance behind those eyes and try to see beyond the easy grasp of the appearances.
All except her. When the shadows of the night embraced the cold walls of the city, her shimmering shape would descend from a dream and bring her light into his dreamless nights. Then their dreams combined would be forged in the fires of his eyes and cooled into the waters of her tears, hammered to take the shape of their desires.
They had no need for words then, but words came later, all by themselves, erupting when they truly wanted to share more than abstract ideas. And so … they became one.
In the silence of the night they had no need for names, but when the dawn broke the silence, blinded by the sun they had to call out to each other.
And so he became Nightwind, as the night that gave him spirit and the wind that chilled the trees just as she became Alustriel, the lady of the moon, daughter of the stars and princess of the green forests.
But only until the sun would set again …