Third Person Omniscient POV
Farid knew that he had messed up. He knew it bad. Poor Meggie! He thought. We had something special and I killed it when Dustfinger came back. She must hate me! Farid was disgusted with himself. Oh! He needed to make it up to her! Farid stared sullenly down in to his hands. He brought them close to his mouth and whispered a few fire words to them. A fire suddenly licked up, wanting to help him. They seemed to sense how upset he was, and wanted to make him feel better. He knew a new trick that Dustfinger had taught him, and wanted to try it. He mingled Meggie's name in with some fire words, and suddenly a fire picture sprang up in his hands. It was a perfect miniscule version of Meggie, right there in his hands. She glared up at him, and then turned her head away, nose turned up. Ugh! Even fire versions of Meggie were upset with him! He lulled the fire to sleep with a few more fire words, and looked up. He was standing in the alley behind Orpheus's deserted house. Orpheus was gone with the Adderhead, so Ombra was safe… for now. Farid walked around the corner to the grand stable where Orpheus kept his horses. The stable boy had gone home by now, and Farid would be free to take his favorite horse for a little ride. He had taken a liking for this horse when he first laid eyes on it. Its fair coat was the exact same shade as Meggie's hair was. He walked over to it. He grabbed a bridle and saddle from the pegs on the wall and saddled the horse up. He walked it out to the front yard and mounted it. He snapped the reins against the horses back and off it went. He raced past the guards who were too drunk to notice him quickly go through the shadows. The city of Ombra flashed by him as he rode, quiet and getting ready to sleep. He burst out of the gates in to open countryside. He knew the path to the robbers' cave well; he had ridden it many times. He urged the horse faster, now very anxious to see Meggie. As he rode, he thought. What will I say to her? He wondered. What could one say to the love they had neglected for the past month or so? He had absolutely forgotten Meggie when Dustfinger had returned from the dead. His idol! But his idol, any idol, paled in comparison to his love: Meggie. And in his absence, that fool, Doria, had taken his place! He knew that Doria didn't love Meggie half as much as he did. Doria only wanted her for the exotic air, the very close relationship to the Bluejay, her father. Farid wanted every part of her, bad or good. And there were very few bad parts about her. Farid wanted the hair that fluttered lightly in the breeze to be his. He wanted the light, delicate hands that used to touch him so gently to belong to him. Oh! He wanted every single existing part of her so badly! He pressed the horse ever faster, his longing for Meggie now an ache in his chest, right in his heart.