Gemstones ; part I
It was one cool winter day that he first saw her, laughing as she spoke to one of the villagers outside a bakery. Arawn paused in the middle of the cobblestoned street as his gaze fell upon her. She was beautiful, with hair the color of fiery autumn leaves and skin the most delicate shade of pale. He couldn’t yet see the shade of her eyes, but he imagined they were a color as bright as a gemstone.
It wasn’t but a moment later that she took notice of his staring, and her conversation paused as she set her gaze upon him, a quizzical quirk in her expression. Her friend turned as well to see who she was distracted by, and an alarmed look came to her plain face. Arawn ignored her, and approached the two women. “What’s your name?” he asked of the lovely redhead.
He could see her friend stiffen beside her, but he didn’t pay any mind to the woman. Instead he focused on the way that he was right in the shade of her eyes belonged to an emerald. “Deirdre,” she finally let out, her voice soft and sweet in the chilled air.
“Deirdre, how lovely you are,” he charmed, a faint sort of smile slipping to his expression.
“You’re the death god,” came her next words, disbelief and confusion evident in her voice though he sensed she was trying not to show it.
“I am. Will you come with me?”
She gasped, taking a shaky step backward. The woman beside her let out a strangled sound, “you can’t have her!” she exclaimed suddenly, stepping in front of Deirdre.
Arawn sighed softly. “I don’t mean you’re dying or anything, love,” he said, irritation evident in his tone.
“Stay away. God will take care of me, I don’t care to associate with the likes of you,” Deirdre said, voice falling to little more than a whisper.
Arawn hummed softly. “I’ll return to you,” he promised quietly, unable to deny that he liked a challenge.







