Long Way Down
When the time is right again I'll let the sun creep in No matter how far she went from the lands of her former captor, fear still loomed over her with each step. When she first departed, she hardly slept, too afraid she would be found if she lay still for too long. Now that she was in a completely different place, she felt less of the need to move at such a frantic pace, but the anxiety did not lessen. She had tried to tell herself that no one would bother going to such great lengths to retrieve her, but her former king was a vindictive man. He would not seek her out because she was valuable, he would seek her out because his pride would not allow him to let her transgressions go unpunished. He fear was an irrational beast that seemed to have a mind of its own. No logic could convince her that she was truly free. The dense foliage was the only thing that gave her any sense of peace, sheltering her from complete exposure, and providing her with an array of flowers to admire when the thoughts swirling through her mind were too much to bare. Her paws throbbed, her legs sore, and her body weak. She had gone too long without rest, and she couldn’t push herself any farther. With a resigned sigh, she found a quiet spot near a particularly bright patch of flowers to settle down and rest for a bit. |