Neverwinter Forest Sleep is a river

The falls came forth, beautiful crystals falling from her doll-like face. She seemed so lifeless, despite the tears coming forth. How was she to process it all? How was she to talk to him- whome Miriam was not sure to describe anymore. There was feelings of regret, the most important of all, but.. What was these, feelings of disappointment? Betrayel? She dreamed of a maidens life, her first to be taken by a lover, not by the protector. 

Was she destined for him? She felt naught to be- but was her destiny the to be light?

Were they of the light?

Was she of light anymore?

White, starry eyes looked toward the other, void of life, but with a hint of fear and worry.

She did not know what to say, for she felt scared, of what was to come.