Lys: Tears, Again.

Tears had sprung to her eyes by now. She hated that they did, hated that she seemed to cry so often. They day had been one wild career on horseback- plunging down a hill, then gallopping up only to plunge down again. But she had not expected such harsh rejection here, and it hurt terribly.

She dropped to her knees at the girl's feet. Yes, it was probably silly and dramatic, but she had to. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled at you and hurt you and made everyone angry. I don't know why I did it, but I was wrong and I beg you to forgive me." No one else will.