“Shall we stop?” Niamh’s dark eyes flickered towards the inn up ahead.
“Yes. It has been a long time since we have been in the company of others and that place looks friendly enough”.
“Mylasia, where will Roman stay, surely he can not stay out in this rain”
“Fear not little sister, he will not”, Mylasia laughed, it filled the dark night with happiness. It eased Niamh’s heart to hear Mylasia’s laugh again. Not since they where children had she laughed, this placed seemed to ease both their spirits, and maybe they would not be considered as outcasts.
“I can see a stable”, Niamh pointed to a small building next to the Inn.
“You have the eyes of our father.”
“And you the wisdom of our mother”, Niamh knew when she said this Mylasia loved it, it gave Mylasia strength, and that is why Niamh said it often.
Mylasia whispered softly in Roman’s, he followed quickly. Niamh paced behind them wearily. Her keen eyes scouted the area, you could never be too careful. She had known that since birth.
The rain beat down on them. Their worn cloaks and tangled hair were violently thrown about in the wind. Roman trotted gracefully in the storm, a strong and loyal horse if there ever was one. As they neared the inn they heard laughing. Niamh’s heart stopped, could she go through with it? She hated the way people stared at them, some with awe, others with hate.
Mylasia tied Roman in the stable and came to stand next to her sister.
“You first”, smiled Niamh.
Mylasia opened the door, a bright glow filled Niamh’s eyes and the sound of people, people!
It felt like home.
[ February 14, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]
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