""You must practice more."" Arya"s hand stopped shaking. The rain kept pelting down on the seraph"s strong chest. Looking up at him again, the rain was dripping from the strong curls of his heavy golden hair. A forested highland with few residents makes a fine place in which to rein your shadows.
Ambriel released her and disappeared.
Arya was standing there, exhausted, in the pouring rain. The rain hid the tears burning in her ocean-blue eyes. Unaware of the bluish dust which slowly faded from her face. Clutching tightly her cross under her coat, she gazed up at the sky. Something I"m missing...
The storm clouds slowly faded away. On the long whitened feathers, the droplets glinted as they floated on the water. Sparks played for a while between radiant fingers. Yet as the strong hand cl
