Rain and Wind, I Come, Not Alone

In the dead of night, the Big Black Horse ran back to the Divine Hall of Light. It did not dare to bray, but kept shaking his head back and forth. Its hooves sounded especially brisk, and his mane, wet by the dew, danced incessantly.

Suddenly, it sensed that it was being watched. It turned around to look and saw the tall fat figure in the depths of the Divine Hall. It sweated buckets, washing the dew off its body cleanly.

Sangsang did not punish it for its disloyalty. She placed her hands behind her back and walked to the railings at the balcony behind the hall. She looked at the young man who was slowly falling down the precipice like a leaf and did not speak.

There were clouds covering the moon in the recent nights. The colors of the mountain ranges in the West-Hill Divine Kingdom had all turned darker and it was especially quiet. There was only the occasional shuffle at the precipice below the Divine Hall.

No one else but her could hear the sounds.