Magick blossoms in the dark,
Nomad wanders a snowy street.
Magenta fire and trudging feet,
Leathered toes leave not a mark.

Warmth comes slowly to her heart,
Glancing out of frosty glass.
Nursing a drink, she sees him pass,
An offer to knowledge impart.

They wandered through the city slow,
After waiting for the snow to ease.
The loner, not caring to please,
Minding not where he wished to go.

They travelled long, through rain and sun,
They talked in taverns, dark and light.
Discussions of the world, it's fight,
They struggled, and, in all, they won.

She kissed him once, one peaceful day,
His body had changed, her mind had grown.
The loner was no more alone.
The romance was no longer play.

The sea reclaims the ones that owe,
A debt to those that called it home.
Walking beneath its icy foam,
The loner and the mage. They grow.

My love, we grow together, and she grows with us.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Solis, in the year 409 AD.