mercy now

She wasn't lost, no, but perhaps on a walk beyond the castle walls. Simply that, but perhaps she had taken a wrong turn and if she just retraced her steps.. Her body halted for a moment, nose tipping up as if she’d be able to smell anything through the gooseberry coating her nose and cheeks with a deep oozing red that made her look quite ridiculous. If she had known truly how bad this was, panic would be creasing through her veins. The summit of a mountain crashing down and causing panic among the masses but all in one girl. One light coily haired girl that had not a way out of a trench of snow. Eventually though, that snow faded and blossomed into meadows and forests that spanned for what seemed like years - but time had little meaning to the awkward looking girl. Yesterday, the last time the sun rose and fell. Yesterday, not the last time but the day before - where a owl met her gaze from a lower hanging branch in the middle of the day.

Unsettling, her eyes tightened for a moment as her neck slowly rose, unsure if the speed was to keep herself calm or the creature itself from flying off. “I know you are watching me..” and its set with a tinge of annoyance, sharp off of the side of her tongues as if the spit that muzzled her prior to a meal. Her ears fold back into her too-large-for-her-body head as the dark feathered great horned owl watches her with no response, as if she expected it to respond, or grow bored with her dull behavior but it did nothing but stare. ”Always watching..” a huff, more of a shimmie of her neck as her lips press thin and she begins to walk straight at it, though below, she does not give it another glance until a few miles down the wooded boulevard did she hear it screech and settle on another low hanging branch but she did not stop this time, perhaps a hidden smile crept her face and a collected trot began to shuffle her faster, until the large collection of air beneath feathers hit her ears and she realized that perhaps, just perhaps it wasn't too bad knowing at least someone..Someone was watching her, and that made the travels through the thicket forest become easier, softer to settle and relax even with the damnation lingering on her lips - a finger stroking across the wind-chapped and soft flush stolen.