Title: Mourning

Word Count: 100

Location: Falls of Rauros

Trisana watches the boat float down, and turns away, wiping at stinging eyes. She doesn't like this quiet passing, gone without traces. But Aragorn says they do not have time, and the wind is bringing her glimpses of Orc feet, running.

Tris hates to be rushed.

But this world doesn't care what Tris hates. It doesn't have to do what she commands it, and this scares her, almost as much as this tragedy does, slipping over the falls.

She closes her eyes, and asks the strong, silent presence for a favor.

On the first day of the hunters, it rains.