“They each beheld the changes to their lover’s face. The places – at the corners of the eyes and lips, across the pensive brows – where Time had left its tracks like a traveller across the snow. The markings of a life together and all the experiences that shaped them. They knew the laughter and the tears that had all made those lines – could read them like maps of the lives they cherished and thanked the Ancient Ones for granting them. Their fingers reached out and entwined into the silk of hair so beloved by Time that it had begun to seek the colours for its own garment, leaving as payment threads of silver, bright and shining.”
Book:Lahana