She rode atop Volcana that night, coming back from the village, having finally the chance to set the patrols and making sure everything was alright, while also letting others know they were welcome to join the Knights. She had been in the bar checking out a disturbance, but since it was a stupid bar fight, she just separated them. When she had come out it was raining - Volcana wasn't going to be happy. She had to walk back to her building, and grab her cloak. The nightmare horse was pacing nervously in the stables - he really didn't like the rain. Who could blame him with a mane and tail of blazing fire. After grabbing her cloak - though already soaked to the bone - She and her companion for the night started they're long ride home. With hood in place, face covered in shadow, they disappeared into the bleak forest

It would take them a while to get there, taking the road, but that was alright. She needed the time to think and just listen. The sound of Volcana's hoofs when they found stone, the sound of the rain landing against leaves and then on the ground if they managed to get past the canapé. Though the forest was thick, the rain was heavy enough that it managed to touch and seep into the ground. She knew not many that could hear the song in the falling of the rain, but any descendant of an Earth Spirit had the ability to do so - and she often would just sit out on the balcony and listening to the song.

Thunder... There was no true word for the sound that thunder made, and yet everyone seemed to try. Bang, crash, boom... All were words that never seemed to fit for her. Raising her heads to the heavens, the blinding white light filled the skies, "Fire Works" She echoed her fathers words from moons past. He always told her it was the Gods setting off fire works to the world to see. Somehow it always made things better. Taking in a deep breath closing her eyes, watching the lights dance inside her eye lids from the blinding light. She could feel the rain running down her face, and her hair sticking on the sides of it too. She loved the rain... The loud noise of the Thunder and the flashing lights of the Lighting - it made her feel alive at times, to feel the thunder ratter her bones and the light sting her eyes.

Volcana whickered, shaking his name, and she lowered her head a faint smile coming to her lips. Her faithful friend really disliked being this wet, but it was necessary. Running her fingers through the fire that was his mane she started to hum. It was not a song that she knew, or anyone would - it was just a random humming, though it turned into a tune of some kind. It started low and solemn and then would sound happier, then dip once again. It was haunting like any type of humming would be but at times up-beat almost.

She and Volcana crossed the bridge. 'Almost there' she thought. 'Volcana will be happy to be out of the rain. But I don't know if I'm ready to get out...' Once they were across the bridge she pulled her horse to a stop, and hopped off. He whinnied to her in complaint about the delay to shelter. "I'll be but a moment..." She said to him, standing sideways to face him. She walked onto the bridge, her books making an interesting sound on the wood. Again she looked to the heaves, drawing her hood back allowing the rain to wash her face. She was soaked long before, she cared not right now. Though... She might be a little upset with her coming home, dripping wet

After standing there, like a statue for a couple minutes, she walked back to her horse and he was more than willing to get going again. She had to control his speed, not wanting to slip or fall on the mud. Finally they made it back home. Volcana, leading the way to the stables; it was dry and warm – good at least Volcana will be happy.

Dismounting, she led her stallion inside removing his rains and saddle, and opened the stall for him, which he walked in happily and started munching on hay. She stood there a little longer, before returning outside to stand in the rain a little longer. Though she loved this weather, her mood just wasn’t happy – maybe that’s why the heavens cried this night?

She stood there a while, her cloak – though usually kept the water away – was starting to take in all it could and wouldn’t do her much good soon. So, inside she went, walking to the huge, heavy, beautifully carved, oak double doors.

Once inside they banged close behind her. Maids and other servants came to see her, taking her cloak and asking where she had been. She didn’t hear their words. They were nothing but muffled voices from afar. She walked forward feeling the weight of her thoroughly soaked cloak be lifted from her shoulders, she took off upstairs.

She walked just minutes before she reached her room. She opened her door, just enough that she could slip through and close it right behind her. No one would hear from her till the morning come, her spirits brighter like nothing had happened the night before. The sun shining and filling the halls with light – but no one would know of the solemn emotions that ran through her head last night.

No one, but her…