Week Nineteen -- Sunday who. Trixie & open. what. Looking for Sundance, hoping to meet someone. when. Early sunset. where. Edge of Twin Feather territory, near the river. rating. TBD. status. Open.
Nature was always so calming. Unless it was strange, unfamiliar territory and the sun had begun setting. Trixie was never afraid of the dark; she never feared the Boogeyman or the monsters that supposedly lived under the beds of children, but let’s be practical: unknown terrain at nightfall with possibly no one around for miles? The chances of a Sasquatch coming and snatching her from existence may be slim to none, but there had to be actual wild animals living out here. Vicious wild animals. With sharp teeth. And claws.
“Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!” Trixie said softly to herself in an attempt to mock her own fear. But even she could feel the dryness of her throat and the desperate gulp that she could not even manage.
Especially in the forested area Trixie had been wandering about. She stopped and stood for a moment, contemplating whether or not she was lost. Indeed, she had to be. Sundance couldn’t have been too far off, until she took a wrong turn somewhere. She nibbled softly on her inner lip, a nervous tick, and looked cautiously around herself. That was when she heard the familiar sound of water. Water possibly meant a stream or a river, and in these times, water was a commodity that many needed. She followed the sound until she came upon the suspected river, but no one was around. Still, perhaps if she followed alongside the stretch of water, she would find someone eventually. She heaved her duffel bag over her shoulder, ready to keep going, but the breathtaking scene of the river encased by trees of the forest with whatever last rays of sunlight peeking through and glittering upon the water’s surface compelled Trixie to take just a few more moments to admire.