The days, shrouded by heavy rains, opened up. Tris smiles, the sun playing on her fiery red braids. Water seeped out of her pores, days of sadness and muck crumbling off her as the wind gusted around and through her.
Sandry's mouth twitches. Tris is still healing after her battering in Namorn.
But today, she looks strong and ready.
Tris senses movement behind her. It's Sandry. Their relationship had never been easy, through jealousy and misunderstandings.
But today, their relationship has opened up through the clouds.
"How are you feeling?" Sandry asks carefully. Her voice is wispy, like slow tendrils of mist after a soft rain.
"Oh, much better," Tris answers.
"Want to take a walk with me?"
Tris grins, the brightness in her eyes says it all.