Thinglad dripped under the constant, yet gentle, downpour of rain. The few travellers, including her own companion, huddled under hoods or thresholds to avoid the rain. The Iaurmenel stood in the middle of the stone plaza, motionless and serene.
"When the rain falls, it is like the music that flows through life can be heard, seen, felt once again. I think of you my Love. On the day you left me, so very long ago, it was a rain like this." she thought to herself in the quiet of the outpost.
Outstretching her arms very slightly, turning the palms of her hands up, to catch the music in them, Alkawen, closed her eyes in thought, "Again the rain falls on me today, surrounding me in the ancient music, touching me once more." Barely perceivable, she raised the corners of her lips into a smile.
