The mountains had been treacherous, and the foothills left her gasping for breath, but before long she had reached the grassland, and it was there she drew to a stop.
Those who may have glimpsed her running would have seen a woman in a cloak of greenery. A red-haired female giant, clad in a cloak bearing hundreds of fruits and vegetables, with a wreath of game birds swaying from within her hair. Not a human by any means, with an immortal's sense of stamina. It wasn't until she hit the flat land when she faltered.
Harvest staggered a few more steps before sagging to her knees, her cloak wrapped tightly around her. The wind was still chilly, but she didn't have to face the snow anymore. For now she could rest.
What had happened the last several days brought her the cold stab of fear. She had awakened inside of a cave, lost and confused. How she'd arrived there was a blur, but there were reminders all around her. The only other being in the room was a fire pit, thin wisps of smoke still coiling in the air. Next to her had been... something dead. It had looked an awful lot like her. Identical, if not for the veins visible under its skin, and the glazed over eyes that stared into her own, never seeing. With that gruesome face in mind, she fled.
Now Harvest was alone, the mountains behind her. The goddess drew a small, shallow breath, fighting tears. She hadn't known that corpse version of her, but she mourned it. Much like mourning a family member, a sister she'd never been able to meet. Her body shook with quiet sobs, as she buried herself into her garden cloak. The large birds in her hair coiled their necks around her, as if trying to soothe her.
However, they soon twisted away, alerting her to the sound of something approaching.