[Maniacal_Moon]

Dalea looked at him indignantly. "I have no problem with the dark." She stated in a rather proud tone. Then she shook her head. "I just am not fond of running in to things or bashing my head on a low-hanging part of the cieling. I especially hate tripping, because you'll never know where you land." She thought she was now babling, but it was ok because she looked out in to the blizzard and swallow a little audibly. "Thats a lot of snow."