Characters: Lothíriel, Éomer
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed.
South Wind Rising
She could feel his heat as he stood beside her, his only touch to lift a tendril of sweat-soaked hair from her shoulder. A child of the southern breeze, she found the sere plain baffling, enervating. She had never imagined a day that she could not welcome his touch.
Watch, he whispered, pointing to the far edge of earth and sky where the grassland danced and shivered like the sea, under a sky the color of bruises.
She smelled the rain before it fell: dusty, metallic drops, then the cool tang of autumn, and, finally, the barest whisper of salt.