Rain [open]

[Avyra]

The only sound around her was the rain. Dark clouds blanketed the sky, the only light coming from the Tower windows. A warm light to contrast the grim of the outside. But at least the outside was true. At least the outside did not coat itself in lies and deception, telling people they were special when they really were worth nothing. That was all she was to them. Nothing. She had no coat on in the cold, but she didn't care this time, even if her fingers were starting to match the clouds. Not like anyone cared. Her face buried in her elbow resting on one of the Tower's balconies, Avyra let her sadness spill out. Shaking from wind and emotion she let her tears out, her breaths coming and going in ragged, desperate sobs. She dug her fingers into the railing, needing to hold onto something that was real. Anything. Anything to remind her that she was still here. Avyra knew she had no place. No Ajah fit her. Light, no Ajah would want her. She wasn't good at anything useful. She wasn't smart enough to be a Brown or an Indigo. She wasn't disciplined enough for the Blue. She wasn't brave enough for the Green. She wasn't kind enough for a Yellow or tricky enough for a Red. She had no place except on this balcony, wasting what little space she was and hoping maybe to freeze to death.