Amarië left the inn and made her way to the roof again. She had to think over her worries. She needed the time to think them through. She looked to the West to see some dark clouds in the distance.
Taking out a letter from her green bag, she took it out of it's envelope and began to read it once more. It was about the maiden, what she could not say. Her heart tore, after seeing the ring she was even more definite about it being her. A drop fell onto the paper, but it was not from her own tears, a storm had grown near. She had felt it. Soon she would be drenched in water so she put away the letter and walked to the stables.
Reaching the door, rain began to fall. It clattered on the roof of the inn, and the dirt ground. Amarië opened the door and made her way in to think in the dryness of the stables. The white stallion had stomped his feet. He loved the rain. Amarië felt sorry for him, cramped up in a small stall, much like what she had once felt. A drop fell onto the dirt floor of the barn, this time not from the rain. She leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, sitting and thinking about what had happened. A lighting bolt popped outside, making all the horses and ponies go wild in their cramped stalls.
[ September 26, 2003: Message edited by: Alatariel Telemnar ]
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