Post by Princess Amber Lucia on Nov 7, 2006 15:45:26 GMT -5
Amber stumbled along the plains, acutely aware of how much she stood out against the vast expanse of green. Clad only in a light white dress, and some hardy brown knee-high boots, she felt glad the weather at least was on her side. No sooner had she thought that, the clouds above rumbled ominously sending a shiver down her spine.
She had left Southglass far behind her; for a few days she had stayed in the town centre but soon decided that the further away she was from the group that captured her the better. She swept her hair to one side, then folded her arms in an attempt to keep herself warm. A wind had picked up and buffeted her head on, forcing her to lean forwards to shelter her face. Stopping for a moment and looking out at the bland scenery surrounding her, she felt a growing sense of hopelessness. She was running from someone, somewhere and now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere, heading somewhere and not knowing who on earth she was or what she was doing. To describe how she felt as lost, alone and absolutely terrified would be an understatement.
She felt the urge to do something she hadn't done for years (...well, not that she knew that) but as she felt tears prick at her eyes, she blinked them back out of habit.
Perhaps others will travel this way she thought, biting her lip. As she began walking again, she tried to reassure herself that she would not die wandering the plains, but three large black birds screeching and wheeling overhead in the winds, certainly hoped that she was wrong.
She had left Southglass far behind her; for a few days she had stayed in the town centre but soon decided that the further away she was from the group that captured her the better. She swept her hair to one side, then folded her arms in an attempt to keep herself warm. A wind had picked up and buffeted her head on, forcing her to lean forwards to shelter her face. Stopping for a moment and looking out at the bland scenery surrounding her, she felt a growing sense of hopelessness. She was running from someone, somewhere and now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere, heading somewhere and not knowing who on earth she was or what she was doing. To describe how she felt as lost, alone and absolutely terrified would be an understatement.
She felt the urge to do something she hadn't done for years (...well, not that she knew that) but as she felt tears prick at her eyes, she blinked them back out of habit.
Perhaps others will travel this way she thought, biting her lip. As she began walking again, she tried to reassure herself that she would not die wandering the plains, but three large black birds screeching and wheeling overhead in the winds, certainly hoped that she was wrong.
