Light in the grey skies darken suggesting night is coming. Raine, having little patience for the man’s decisions to ignore her, finds herself leaving again.
Her sigh must have been heard by this place for the breeze picks up, swirling softly beneath her hand, then again through her hair like enchanted ribbons, calling her away from there. The air is cool, dare she think, soft, as it flutters by her with what she thinks is a message. Raine’s eyes lower, her eyelashes sweeping downward while she focuses all she can into its direction.
She can hear the tapping of the blades of grass besides her in its wake, as well as her silent prayer that it returns to her. Adjusting her stance, she lends an ear towards the direction it had left in, only to swirl around her again releasing a name on the b
