She rode into the night, in a wild gallop, on her black, big, war horse. She called him Thunder because it was the only horse that could take her galloping in the storms, and was not scared of the lightings nor the thunders. They stopped on the edge, looking down, at the waterfall that flows over the steep ridge down. She dismounted and just stood there, not moving, still, with the splashes of water dripping down her cheeks.
She felt all that charging water on her skin. She closed her eyes and she screamed out loud, as loud as she could in the night. She let her saruman out of her, fly free down the waterfall, losing her eyes and feeling his flight, as if she was on his back, flying with him. It felt like she was falling down, almost like she threw herself down the waterfall, experiencin
