WHO: Story and OPEN WHERE: A Park WHEN: Evening WHAT: Soaked-to-the-bone Story drops from the sky, and into a tree. She climbs down, and desperately needs help. RATING: G? Most like STATUS: Ongoing
Where had he gone. It didn't make any sense. Why was she forsaken? Hadn't she done what was meant to be done--or had she broken too many rules, too many people not of her world had been told who she was. Was she being punished...?
Pale delicate feet finally touched soft dampish grass. Story hugged herself, protecting her wetness from the breeze. If she dried out too quickly, well...It was bright, the world was so much larger than she could ever know. She crouched by the tree, hiding under her wet hair, hiding from people who might pass. She was tired, and lost, and in pain. The branches and bark scratched her, and Cleaveland's beautiful shirt was ripped.
Cleaveland.
She hugged the poor soaking fabric, the only piece of her friend she had now. She suddenly wished to be in that all-too-dry house, with his scratchy knitted blankets and easily running water. To be with her Vessel and his sister. She wanted her Healer back, he would know what to do now. He knew how to solve problems.
But she was alone, in the world of men. And she was frightened.