The sunset had always been something of great comfort to Zurich; with it came the cloak of night, which took no sides to hide a man and his doings. The night was a blessed hand, shadows promised to all who needed such a thing in their time of fear and need. The sunset was a comforting promise, a lie in the face of danger the protecting night could provide; a last breath of warmth, swearing that it would rise once more to blanket the world with it's life. But never did it speak that you would exhale with that light; never did it promise it would shine over your lively eyes.
But, here, now...Sitting upon the dirty roof of a dirty stable, right outside of the Prancing Pony...Night held it's shadow over the people. Pink mingled in the shadows, far off in the distance; the promised light, seeping like water into cracks. The promised light, the one she always trusted so much from the sunset, had always been something of her to fear; the light it cast gave few shadows for her to hide behind.
No, today...Today, the pure light of the sun brought promise. So much weight had lifted from her shoulders, and it was the first time in such a long time, she realized...That she felt like she could truly take a breath. Would it be the markings of the past day that melted through the night...That peace could be obtained? Had goals been met, had she truly experienced the sight of her workings...Succeeding?
She could hardly care to wait for the final word of the entire matter...Zurich would not worry and wallow. She'd take the time given, and allow herself to breathe.
