*She sits in her usual 'spot' near the edge of her favoured lake, her eyes watching over the rippling waters with a distant interest. Her legs were crossed beeath her, her elbows upon her knees, her chin resting in the palms of her hands. She sigs deeply, and as she does so, a breath of a wind echoes her over the grounds. A depressed, withdrawn look has been settled about her features, and for that reason, a depressed, withdrawn look settled about the land, and its inhabitants.
She bit her bottom lip against the wave of emotion built within her, with a restraint of tired uselessness.
She sighed deeply, her breath shaky, and, again, echoed by a breeze, that was feircely stronger, this time.
As her dark mood seemed to deepen, an icy rain began to fall, gently at first, then very heavily, coming down in pure sheets of water. Her clothes were instantly drenched, and her thick raven hair stuck to her shoulders and pale neck. But she neither acknowledged, or had a flicker of knowing, or interest as this happened. She remained still as stone, her eyes unfocused, and just....tired....**