Current mood:	calm
Current music:	Staind - "Outside"

title; try to see the stars (part two)
characters; hasten / amaeyra
rating; g
notes; second part. not as awesome as before, but whatever.



The grounds of Lireth Castle have changed little over the years. Stone walls overlook a sea of green, an ocean of grass, with islands of trees and flowers. A storm is coming, they say again, as they have said countless times before. The years have taken their toll, but the only evidence lies within the castle walls.

A lone figure stands underneath a tree, watching the twilight sky turn black with clouds. She leans against the tree, face turned upwards. Another joins her, standing next to the woman in solemn silence. It hangs heavy between them, and she finally speaks.

"Good evening, brother," Amaeyra says quietly, continuing to watch the sky. Hasten glances up for a moment, then dismissively turns his gave to the castle and says nothing.

"It was a wonderful service," he says after a minute, when it seems the quiet was too much to bear. "Beautiful."

"You spoke well," she murmurs in response. Her heavy black dress, splendid in its simplicity, rustles gently in the growing wind.

"Better than she deserved."

"Of course. Far better."

The silence returns. A crash of thunder echoes through the dead air between them; a brilliant flash of light arrives seconds later. The sight stirs something in Amaeyra's mind, a bare whisper of a memory. She turns to Hasten.

"Do you--" she begins, then stops. He looks at her.

"Do I what." It's a statement, a command, rather than a question.

"... nothing."

The rain starts to fall; gently at first, but steadily heavier, unforgiving in its chill. After what seems a painful, comfortless eternity, Hasten stirs.

"I need to go back now. Father will be expecting me."

"Give him my love."

"You won't accompany me?" He frowns and turns to her. Amaeyra smiles gently.

"I want to watch the stars come out." She turns her face back to the sky and closes her eyes against the wind.

"They won't be out for a while." She remains motionless, and, shaking his head, he walks to the castle. Amaeyra watches him until he disappears from sight, rain streaming down her face. Her voice is barely a whisper when she speaks, lost in the wind.

"I can wait."

A storm has come, and the rain falls on Lireth.