The Hours of Waiting
Her brother had begged her to join him in the celebration of the glorious victory over the Shadow, and yet here she lingers, walking alone, restless, in the fair garden.
She is troubled in spirit, and her face is pale. She knows not what she is awaiting.
As her feet pace the garden steadily, she thinks of many things that have passed; she dares not look into what is to come. She must again endure with patience the hours of waiting… as he said to her.
'And may they end soon,' she whispers when she hears familiar footsteps behind her.