It is the way of the world, the ebb and flow of time. Mountains rise and mountains crumble, and over it all, night after night, the sun sets, oblivious to the vagaries of the world it watches over. She too watches the world, but she is not oblivious. No, she lives in the midst of it, as much a part of it as the scarred magician hiding amongst the trees her sight has aimlessly struck upon.
Things are eternally changing. Sometimes they change faster than others, like these past few years, and sometimes they remain the same for eons. But inevitably it all falls. She has seen back to the dawn of Beqanna, and never has it remained still, stagnant. The change might slow, a rumbling that echoes through time and space until only those whose sight is broad and distant can see it, but still it changes.
He, of all creatures, should know. He is as impermanent as she. Perhaps he might linger, clinging to the skin of this earth longer than she would, but eventually even he would not be able to keep spider fingers dug forever into a disappearing world.
Still, she might see the past, but she cannot see the future. Who actually knows for certain what it holds. Too many lines stretching out before them, forking and branching into a million possibilities.
But in this time, in this space, he looms large, his presence almost sucking her in, drawing her sight inevitably towards him. He is familiar to her, in the way that all magicians are familiar. She had made a point of seeking those out with power, especially power like theirs. And unless they cared to look hard for it, the faint traces of herself in their history, seen through the eyes of others, her touch so light and insidious, they would never know she had even been.
But now it is too late for secrecy. He must know that she is there. She can certainly feel him peering at her through the trees. With the faintest trace of a humorless smile touching her lips, she draws back into herself, eyes focusing on the copse of trees. Abruptly, the leaves and branches surrounding him fall away, disintegrating into dust, leaving him exposed to her cool blue gaze.
“Hello.” The words, softly spoken with a bit of edge, are wry and vaguely amused while giving nothing away of her true motives.
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