You know what is mine and what is Alison Croggon's...

Maerad sat on the ground staring at the sky, thoughts passing through her eyes. It was almost nighttime, and she should be getting back inside, but she didn't care.

"Maerad, is that you?" Cadvan's voice startled her out of her revverie.

"Yes..." She continued to stare at the sky.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes..." She still didn't look at him. No, she wouldn't. Not after what he had done to her. No.

"Is something wrong?" She wished that he would just quite talking to her and leave her alone.

"Yes..."

"What?"

She didn't answer him for the longest time. She knew that she was testing his patience, but he needed and deserved it after what he had done. Jerk!

"By the Light! What is wrong with you?"

She knew that she was driving him crazy, but she did have every right to do so. If she wanted to answer the jerk, she would answer the jerk, but obviously she wasn't going to answer the jerk.

"Maerad! What is wrong with you?"

If he asked her one more time, she would explode. She herself was getting annoyed now. She wanted to be left alone with her thoughts, and she didn't want to be near the jerk.

"Maerad! By the Light, what in the world is wrong with you?!"

She jumped up and whirled around to face him, startling him. "So, you want to know what is wrong with me?!" She yelled at his face. "I am mad at you!"

"Why?"

"Because!"

"Because why?"

She stomped her foot. "Because, Mr. Jerky Pants, you did NOT tell me that my clothes needed to be washed!"