Opal opened her eyes when she heard the sound of someone running, turning hear head to look for the source. Who was it? Was it someone from the castle? Were they coming to find her? Was it Henry?
She sat perfectly still, in case it wasn't Henry but rather someone sent by her father-in-law. Opal had learned that the deer had the right of it sometimes: if you froze in place the lack of movement could cause eyes to skim right past you. It had worked more than once with her mother when she was in the woods. It had even worked in the castle a time or two. So she sat, and she waited.
The person that appeared was, unfortunately, not her husband. But thankfully, it didn't appear to be someone from the castle either. Instead it was a young girl, not poor but not titled either, from the cut of her clothing. Opal watched as she basically stampeded across the clearing before flinging herself down.
Or had she fallen?
Opal couldn't leave her there if she'd fallen. She might be hurt. So she carefully got up and quietly made her way through the grass to where the other girl was lying prone and face down. Carefully, she leaned down and tapped her on the shoulder. Was she alright?