She awoke alone on the forest floor, covered by her clothes. She stared around groggily, looking for Jaron. Seeing no one, she leaned back and closed her eyes. She breathed a sigh of regret, remorse. It's as if it were a play, she thought. It's as if it were a play, and I was playing the fool. Who was I to lay with him? Sudden anger flooded her veins. No, who is he to leave me here? She stood and dressed, taking care to make herself look presentable. When she was sure that her hair was not mussed, and her clothes were not disheveled, she left the clearing. Her face looked calm, but her eyes blazed. What bothered her most was that she couldn't understand why she was mad. Perhaps it was the empty feeling of abandonment left inside her. Whatever the reason, she was angry. She came in view of the school. Rivin surveyed the courtyard. There were many children there, all in their own tight knitted groups. Suddenly, she felt very small, and all she wanted was to run back home to her parents. She shook herself, trying to clear away the thought; she hadn't been home in at least a year, maybe two. She often sent letters and messages with Palin when he went back, but she enjoyed living her solitary life. She didn't want to be near the others. She waited for the bell to ring, signaling the start of classes. Once all of the others went inside, Rivin left the cover of the forest. She was about to enter the building when she stopped, starring at the plant that had caught her attention so swiftly. It was a Stinging Nettle plant. A slow smile spread across her face as she got to her knees and picked the plant. She stored it in a leather pouch she used, resolving to make sure that when Jaron stuck his hand into his desk, he would be pricked by the nettles. Smiling widely, she walked into the building, heading for her room instead of class.