You Found Me (The real post)

The soft rain lightly tapped the top of Aerandir's make-do shelter. The heat of his fire underneath and the cold rain creating mist once met, and making the dimming sunlight seem like a mystic glow, acting like a sleeping charm and cooing all live organisms to sleep. Putting one strand of hair behind his peirced ear, Alatariel stared out into this calming scene, thinking. Thinking about his family he left behind, his soon-to-be-bride, and all that he loved, for money. He sighed and drew her name in the sand, then wiped away the dirt. Aerandir leaned back and rested his head on his cotton pillow, and watched as the sun went down on the horizon, the soft yellow and orange hues mixing with the blue ones, making a weird combination color of pink in the middle.