19. Another grey day in the deep blue world
It was days like these – where the clouds were so black, threatening rain – that she was reminded of flying the skies in Silverna among clouds promising rain. Blessed, blessed rain that never fell; never soaked parched land; clouds that never even rumbled with menacing intentions as dark wisps kissed the hull in passing. It was like a dream, teasing with secret promises of sorely needed precipitation with droplets so fat she thought she had only to stick out her tongue to collect the moisture floating all around them. But just when she could swear it was beginning to pool within, the cooling sensation of water receded away from her dry mouth. It was a nightmare. And she grimaced, thinking again how Maestro Delphine was stringing them along, laughing from her palace while wasting disgusting amounts of highest grade water in some ridiculously luxurious bath.
Yet the clouds still remained, burdened with heavy purpose and darker promises, waiting to lash out against the world.
Sometimes it sent a shiver through her to see the same vicious storm held captive in his eyes.