A quiet evening

The sound of a stranger in the woods caught her attention. She moved slowly, cautiously. Freedom of choice was still a relatively new concept to her, and she startled easily. She turned her head towards him, slowly aligning her neck with her body as she watched him approach. She was no stranger to the look in his eye as he let his attention roam her body. She was reminded all too easily of wolves seizing her up, and deciding how much she was worth bidding. Not for her mind, or her skills. But purely for her body, which was cursed to look far too attractive in the eyes of man.

She wasn’t the first to break the silence, but his words were unexpected. She had anticipated something a little more… obvious. Something in line with the look in his eyes. “What do you intend for me?” She asked, raising a brow at him. Ignoring the thumping in her chest, and old wounds. Both physical and mental. She wouldn’t meekly skirt around the obvious. Not as she would have in her youth. She wanted him to admit exactly how much of a threat he was to her, so she could decide if she was going to face it with strength or cowardice. The latter came more easily to her.

"Lia"