Beyond

Rain, Part 2

        Hehehe, longer chapter this time!  If you've read the other chapters, good for you!  (Thanks for reading it!)  If you haven't, go read them now.  Well I mean if you want.  I wouldn't obligate you to it, but I suggest it.  Anyways, enjoy the chapter, and don't forget to vote, and/or comment on my story!  I'd love to hear your feedback!  :)

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                                                                        Rain, Part 2

        This continued until they reached the foot of another hill, with a building that stood proudly, enduring the heavy rain.

"This way, Seraina."  He gently pulled on her hand to guide her down the emerging mud path to the doors.

"I can walk on my own, Adam."  She murmured, not wanting to disrupt the music.  She let herself be dragged by Adam anyhow, the whole way down the foggy dirt road to the huge wooden doors.

Adam stopped at the doors to reach out, and let his hand hover over the seam between the two them.  The iron design that curled over the doors lazily and beautifully like a summer breeze glowed.  The doors swung open, which revealed a large foyer that had deep red carpeting upon which a young woman stood, visibly older than Adam and Seriana, but not by much.

"Did you enjoy the rain?"  She asked, sounding annoyed.  Her voice entered the music as the rain grew more distant.

"I hope Seraina did."  Adam replied, shaking out his thick extremely wet hair.

"Don't do that here!  You'll get the carpet dirty."  She exclaimed, brushing imaginary water droplets off of her thick layers of robes.

"Oh, I don't think that will be an issue anymore."  Adam said, nodding over at Seraina, who was already making her way up the stairs in the back up the foyer.  Her muddy footprints showed to the young woman the path she'd taken to get up the stairs.

She seemed to be trying to get her irritation from showing in her face, which wasn't helped by the fact that her dark eyes were glaring at Seraina.

"Fine.  Go upstairs, and get to bed.  I've been waiting for hours."  She said.  Adam nodded to her goodnight, and she was left alone in the foyer.

She sat on the steps, waiting.  The doors creaked shut, and the sound of the rain became muffled.

Her robes seemed to be many different colored large square pieces of fabric, all different pastel colors.  She had them draped around herself so that even when she sat her feet were tucked under the layers of cloth, warm and safe.  The dress she wore under all the layers barely showed at all, because there were some lavender fabric wrapped around her chest.  Her arms were only draped upon by a periwinkle fabric at the elbows, so her forearms showed.  Her fingers rested on the carpeting on the stairs, the sweet color of light caramel.

What was peculiar about her was her face.  Her eyes were angled into her nose slightly, and rather pointed on the outside, with irises that were changing color almost constantly.  She had thin pale lips, a pointed chin, and pointy ears that stuck out of her red brown hair.

"Oh, but when he gets back..."  She muttered to herself,  "I'll kill him.  He cannot be out this late."  Her voice echoed about the empty foyer and faded into a silence that went on for infinity in the distance.

She stayed on the stairs all night, and no one else walked in through the door.