Updated: Feb 2, 2021
The young man she met briefly the night before, was standing above her. His long black hair lying straight down his back, piercing blue eyes, his skin stretched taut on his cheekbones.
He stood looking down at her, his stance angry as he says to her "You will not continue feeling sorry; we are to concentrate on our mission and not your sadness." He turned quickly away, his slender form tensed as he headed to the boats docked at the river.