Khaeris Dawndancer

Blues (Andemae)

She looked up at the stars

Remembering the crisp colors of them

But no longer seeing the spectrum.
 
Everything was muted now.

Snow dampened sound.

Every aurora was weak.

Grey tint to all.

The only colors running true

In the forest

Were the blues

On her blade

In her eyes.

That was the color near death.