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[Laufey]

The Color Red

Her hair fascinated Edwin from the first moment. Bright red, so rare in Thay. Firelight reflected in it now, contrasting against the dark forest without the circle of light.

Red, like the flames themselves, glowing with a warm light from within. Temptation was growing.

Would it burn if I touched it, as she burns within my soul? To run my fingers through it would be…magical.

He had seen it shining in the sun, haloed by silver moonlight, wet by rain, dancing in the wind, and knew it in all its incarnations. But it was by firelight he liked it best.

So bright. So beautiful. Like her spirit. A godchild, indeed.

Red – his favorite color. Exuberant and proud, passionate and strong.

Like her. If only I might touch it…

Red. It was the color of fire burning brightly against the chill of encroaching night, the color of joy, the color of hot blood and of life triumphing over death.

As she will, if I have anything to say about it.

Red. The color of sweetly smelling roses in the summer. The color of passion. The color of…

The color of love. Yes. If only I might touch it…