She rested her temple on her knee, arms resting around her ankle as she stared out into the rain outside the window. The girl had taken refuge inside an abandoned home following her arrest and torture. The thought of what had happened made her shudder and suddenly the appearance of the rain was no longer peaceful to her.
The Claith turned her attention away from the window and into the broken room she'd snuck into, nothing catching in attention in the near darkness. The sun would rise in an hour or two yet she wished it wouldn't. She closed her eyes and wished it could all stay a flat darkness rather than the sun rise and her be the only darkness in it. That's what she felt like, a subtle, forgettable darkness. Her grief felt heavy on her shoulders as the d'Vaud's words repeated in her head over and over, over and over.
She sat there in the darkness of the rain and sorrow, listening to the 'tap, tap, tap' of the rain on the window that slowly faded with the Regalian sunrise. She slowly rose to her feet and shuffled out the broken door, slipping easily through the crack considering her starved narrowness. Slowly, she trudged down the soaked brick walk, her feet occasionally splashing through a fresh puddle. She closed her eyes and paused, listening to the drops of rain roll off the vines and leaves to the ground with soft pitter-patter. She wished she could be like the rain, fall where ever she wished and always be acceptable wherever she landed.
Instead though she was like the ground; beaten and quiet. The rain did as it pleased and she was the place it came to last, like an afterthought of life. Her sad, green eyes opened once more and she continued on trudging down the stone road feeling as if instead she were walking over herself again.
(There's your 'feels of the day' story from Attic)
