It was raining, and raining hard. Looking out my window I couldn't see anything, and I was worried. Wanderer's Dream was supposed to be coming home today, but I feared the worst with the storm and all. Lightening streaked across the sky in a beautiful array of light, but I couldn't enjoy it. My stomach reared its ugly head and threatened to deposit its contents on the floor as another streak lit up the sky.
There, a small dot framed by the deadly bolt of electricity. I knew it was her. Somehow, I just knew it.
The dot grew bigger swiftly before another lightening bolt ripped across the sky and torrents of rain poured down. "Let her make it," I prayed silently to myself, staring out the window at the dot which now had form, her form. Red and green was illuminated by the light.
It was only a minute at most, but it seemed an eternity that I waited at that window, waited for her to come and land safely on the porch. But when she finally did, I ran and through the door open to find her sodden and hair on end, but never the less smiling up at me despite a white cocoon between her teeth.
She let the cocoon gently down once she had come all the way in and tackled me, pinning me beneath her and yipping like a happy puppy. "I'm glad to be back," she managed, smiling and reclaiming herself, getting off and sitting down before the fire with the cocoon.
I smiled at her knowingly, and she beamed back. "This is Errilia, she is for you," the happy mother smiled.