Thunder crashes over my head and rain and wind buffet me as I stand on the roof of the mansion, still wearing my fancy turquoise and gold gown from the evening s festivities. Much as I like this dress--much as my fiancé seemed to like this dress--I don t really care what happens to it. Right now I m enjoying being in the middle of a real storm (as opposed to one created by elementals), letting the wind and rain wash away all my stress from this evening.
That s not to say that things went badly this evening. Actually, I d be hard pressed to find a better way for everything to have worked out. Well....
"Are you sure that last idea s out of the question, Torcuil?" I asked my fiancé s favorite relative in an alcove near the kitchen.