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The silhouette took the form of a familiar being. I could make out the angular features of his face, his shining blue glacier eyes; which seemed ice cold at a glance, as if they knew no warmth and never shared love. But I knew better. The hottest fire always burns blue. His delicate light blond hair was unruly and fell over his brow, skin so pale it rendered his stark against the dreary morn.
He stared at mom for a moment too long and I heard him utter.
"Norah!"
Even though I had heard Rhiam's voice a thousand times before when I saw his memories, his voice still managed to astound me. His voice was like nothing I had heard before. It was low and deep. The baritone of his voice reverberated through my skin. When he took my mother's name it seemed as if he was uttering a sea of unspoken emotions.
It brought tears to my eyes.