Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt Word #10: "Years"
The years lie heavily on his face, written in lines on jaw and brow, and around those laughing amber eyes, now closed in final sleep. His hair is peppered by dark strands, and still not as white as her own. Unfair, that, she'd once thought, but not now.
Now, if she could slow time's passage for him, even by a single day, or hour, she would.
They've travelled centuries in their lives, and will be remembered even longer. But not his smile, his voice, the gentle joys of these last few years.
Inexorably, the dragons' keen dies away into silence.
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