Sitting on the edge of the clearing, hands folded in hr lap. She wistfully watches the smoke rise through the trees, wondering when she would hear the thunderouse hooves of his black steed... Looking up high into the trees she sees a mystical beast staring down at her... To her eye's amaisment she sees a very large black bird, its eyes shiniing like glints of steel... The bird observing her with a knowing air...How could this bird know me?, she thinks... Could it be senchent? With a triumphant flare, the bird takes flight, flooding the night sky with it's massive wings... Down on the billows of smoke he glides until he has taken his perch to the left of her... She is taken with this creature, "what does it want, why is it so inquisitive of me?" she ponders... The bird still looking at her with its cold unnerving glare, tilts its head and jumps forward, startling her... Encompased by the eyes of coal that have captured her intencity... She can almost hear its thoughts... She peers around to see if any other could be whispering these words to her.... Solitude... Static on static building into fragmented confusion, sylables, then words... "My lady, why do you look at me with that porcelen mask of disbelief?" "have I gone mad?"she whispers under her breath, as she stands to back away. Her robe falling to eather side in a rippling ocean of deep bergundy. Too afraid to utter a word for fear that this would seal the fates, in conclusion of her derangement, she shakes her head. "No my lady, do you deny me your words?" The refracted reality coming to her through locution... Carefully forming her lips, with guarded and fearful clarity she spoke... "W-why, why do you speak to M-me?" Slowly the night coated animal shifted its stance "You sang my name at the evenings birth... and I answer you." A sad and demure moment flashed apon her face... a segment of weakness... Pensively, t'was not your name I called on the edge of this clearing.. I wait for "him." Turning her gaze as she lost herself to her thoughts she, didn't hear the shuffle to her left... Still she told of the one she had looked out into the darkness for, returning her eyes to the position of the bird. In that place where the inked wings had been folded, stood a man in tall black boots, white ruffled shirt, black formed pants & a french whip, tame at his side... "And it was not my name you spoke to the wind then?" He said, an impish smile tuggiing at the corners of his beautiful lips... Eyes bright as a child and a glee unmatchable she sprang into his arms, crying out with joy. His arms folding her in like colour on a rose............*closes book*