The kind and good looking

This night, Neva has had trouble sleeping.

She left the warm embrace of her lover's and at the moment—heads towards the taffrail on the west side of the deck.

Her fingers lightly, traces the cold railing. The air on the endmost of december in the middle of the cold ocean, not to entertain oneself.

Nevertheless, Neva right now smiles, grabbing on to the railing with both hands. Over the shelters of her thick warm sweater and pants is a peach coloured shawl layering her figure.

The splashing and roaring noise of the ocean waves fascinates her.

The moon in the night of a dark sky mirrors glittering ripples on the ocean surface.

She amuses herself of her longish wavy, onyx hair flowing along the freezing winter breeze.

The formidable man chasing after her. The new stage of life she once was eager and aspired for, she left it all behind.

Here and now she's alone, isolated. The freezing air, a temporary relief from her wary and critical mind. She frowns, drowning further in her mystifying—chilling reflections of memories.

The eyes of her's carried sparks, now bare.

'Why has it come to this?'

Her thoughts weighs heavy, she does not know what tomorrow holds—making her heart burdensome.

"Why are you alone my dear?"

Neva abruptly turns around, startled over the sudden voice.

Her eyes enlarges a little over the kind, good looking man.

His hair of umber hue, his eyes hazel brown. His complexion fair. She presumes his age of around late twenties.

Overshadowing everything was his thin, beige sweater shirt.

"I'm not alone." Neva calmly responds to him. The mind and it's memories, never has her sole. Anyhow, he was now with her, so technically she's not alone.

"I see." He gently smiles.

Neva turns around, peering once more at the scenery. Then she senses the umber haired man trudging towards her, standing leaning on the taffrail, a little away from her.

"It's fine to feel lost and weary. However I know you are aware to turn to Him." The man speaks tenderly to Neva. As if afraid of her being terrified of him.

Neva does not feel any dread swarming around her. She somehow...feels secured.

"I do know. There's times when the far feeling creeps in." She whispers.

He smiles, she wasn't being far-off to him. "The moments you feel the most distant, may be the moment you are closest to Him." He makes known, his voice velvety.

Her heart hollowed, feeling far from pleasant. She's not aware, what does she exactly longs for?

Perhaps she longs to be back home at Erriador. Perhaps she wants her aunt. Or perhaps...she's dying to be back in her mother's warm, familiar embrace.

And it hits her, her heart's warmed up; for she forever has her Good Shepherd.

Neva turns her head to him. Warm tears, surprisingly streaming down her glittering orbs.

The man meets her eyes, a hint of surprise laced in them.

Neva realises the water wetting her cheeks.

Ashamed, she wipes them with her sweater paws.

"I'm sorry." She apolozises, her head drooping low.

"It's fine." He smiles.

"You can call me Jeriah." He says.

Neva sniffs and inhales lengthily, her eyes now connected to his. "My name is Neva."

"Neva!!" A worried voice cuts through the hush air and the roaring ocean in the night.

The familiar sound of his, makes Neva turn around. Rhett stands there, a little far-off, eyeing the man beside Neva.

Jeriah's gaze now swifts on Rhett.

Rhett jogs towards her.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, his tone cold.

"I could not sleep, so I came for some fresh air." Neva answers meekly.

Rhett takes her freezing hands, "Let's go back." He says, then stares at Jeriah blankly, only for the kind man to smile back at him.

His gaze lands at Neva, he let's free her right hand holding onto the other one.

He turns to leave, having Neva away from the open space, to be back inside the comfort of their cabin.

Some short distance away, from the place she previously stood, Neva looks back over her shoulders.

But...Jeriah, he's nowhere to be found with her confused eyes.