"I met her when she had first fallen but she had lost much of her memory of the sky."
Dorelnar sat back sighing. "And so you see, i have travelled ever since looking for this maid."
Niniel started at this apparent end to the stranger's tale. She had only caught bits of it. Why was Elwen weeping? She shook her head, as though clearing it of cobwebs. She looked between Dorelnar and Elwen. There seemed to be some sort of rapport there, one she envied.
She felt out of place again. There was no real reason for her to remain, but she did. Idly, she began writing on a scrap of paper that someone had left on the table.
I was alone in a cold, cruel world.
And I feared to have my story told.
Then the Moon stepped down from the sky,
And I tried so hard to catch his eye.
But I couldn't see very far.
[ May 20, 2003: Message edited by: Tinuviel of Denton ]
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