His aura spoke of a pale moonlit night, the autumn air cold and crisp, standing still and silent in comforting darkness amidst the shadows of a wide river valley with its meandering stream black against the deep midnight sky.
That line comes to mind whenever I drive over the salt marsh at night. I was describing a necromancer's aura at the time, as it would appear to a shaman. The nighttime marsh inspired me while I was writing it, and now the words in turn inspire me to look more closely at the nighttime marsh.
It's a dark, monochrome kind of beauty. I'm glad it's there for me to enjoy.