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For the love of God!

I worked up some bawlz and found an old draft of something I'm working on and did a little editing.

BE NICE! I would like critique, not criticism.

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I needed out, I needed air. I needed to be left alone. I needed to run.

And run I did. I shot out of Drig and barreled through the woods like a bat out of Hell. I was in serious shape by then and capable of running at a steady pace for a few miles without stopping, something Gym class had never been able to achieve.

I was two or three miles away from the castle before I tripped over a root and face planted. I didn’t bother getting up; I just curled up under the offending tree and let myself go to pieces.

I was still feeling so trapped in my own skin several minutes later when I was done screaming into my arms. I was incredibly torn between walking back and running in the opposite direction until my feet bled when I heard the sound of horse hooves. In seconds I was up the tree and hiding in a spot the gave me a decent view of the road in both directions.

Lylor and Caelif were heading my way from Drig. Lylor astride a horse, Caelif was jogging next to him.

“Do you smell her?” Lylor asked, his white-blonde hair swinging as he scanned the forest floor for me.

“She came this way, but Nienna has a very faint scent. It’s hard to pick up on most of the time,” Caelif mused as he sniffed the air and Lylor reined his horse to a halt.

“What does that mean?” my very tactless friends asked while he dismounted and started probing bushes. Caelif did the same thing as he began to explain the complexities of my smell.

“Her scent is distinct, but very faint. She smells like the lyss flowers in the mountains and smoke, but the smell is so vague you would hardly know it’s there, even if you just saw her. She could have just left the room and you wouldn’t know she’d been there. She’s excellent for stealth like that.” They continued to poke around for a few more minutes and Lylor re-saddled and rode on ahead to try and find some trace of me.

He had hardly been gone a few minutes when Caelif walked over to the tree I was sitting in and looked directly up at me.

“But I’m no fool. Come down, Nienna, you’re being silly,” he ordered.

I did as I was told and began my descent.