I felt the gooseflesh rise on my skin, along my arms and across the back of my neck. The sun was beginning to set and as the bright autumn rays disappeared, so did the warmth of the day. Yes, he had been watching me as I'd thought. In(more) the chill of the coming dark and the tension rolling over my skin, I felt a certain presence of fingers and breath. As the elders taught me, I dropped to my knees in the damp leaves and bowed my head.
"Oh Dusk," I began shakily. "P-please accept this offering of maiden flesh to appease your wrath and bring..." I stammered. "And bring..." I knew I was unworthy. I could not bear children of any kind, much less the children of a god. My leg was lame and I felt for the first time that I might be rejected by the Dusk and sent home, a failure to my people.
In an instant, he appeared before me, his cloak a lighter shade of grey than the horizon so that he seemed to glow against it. His face, which had never been seen unshrouded, was young and open. The serenity of it calmed me, mesmerized me.
"Rise, my bride." His voice seeped into my mind like night mists seeps over the hillside. "You shall never feel fear again."