((I took about ten minutes on this one before I felt that it was enough and spent the rest re-reading and changing a couple things. It is a bit whimsical for me, but I think I like it.))
The soil underneath her feet was damp and smelled of must and decay. The leaves of the past autumn made up its components, rotting slowly more and more with every rainfall. She never ventured this far from her summer home; soon her community would be packing up their belongings and moving to a winter shelter along with all of the meat they hunted for during the summer. Today she could not help but let her feet lead her further and further away from the huts and warm fires. While it wasn't cold out quite yet, the hint of soon to be frozen grassland was in the air, it would be a matter of days or weeks before winter settled in. Her reason for leaving was this: her father had approached her earlier and told her she was to marry the newcomer to the camp, a traveler of great skill, of magical descent and known as a Gentleman in his own home. The man happened upon her people five short weeks earlier, desperately in need of food and shelter for a night. He called himself a researcher, thought during the evenings he entertained all those interested with his abilities to produce magic.
Magic was not the rarest thing in this world, and although many of the villagers and children were enthralled with this man and his talents, she wasn't. Magic from the hand held no interest to her, she was more interested in the magic of the world around her; a far more subtle magic. The kind of magic that made the wind blow through the trees it grew, the kind that no one else paid any mind to, this is what she wanted to know. One evening a few days earlier she had approached the newcomer and brought fourth her wishes and desires to find something more in these parts of nature, he had scoffed at her, and it was then she decided she wasn't at all interested in this man who called himself a sorcerer. However, to her dismay he liked her all the more for it and arranged with her father to marry them.
She kicked the wet leaves beneath her bare feet, she convinced herself that this would be the day that she left and would move onto bigger and better things. Where she would go or what she would do were thoughts that hung over her head while she walked into the dark woods. Perhaps there was nothing magical about the earth as she thought, perhaps she was fantasizing about something that was never there to begin with. But deep down, she knew. She knew the future did not matter as long as she was listening.