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@Draco !
The sun was yellow, rays sifting through the cracks of the little lop sided shack near the pond beside Old Rabbit Nest hill. It's light danced across the chiseled detail of the strange, wheeled camel she made too many months ago. The saw dust remained, having since blown into the corner while the camel stared timelessly towards the door, only seeing glimpses of the outside when the doors were thrown open.
And today, when those very doors were opened, the yellow light was blinding, the day having just begun as the soft rustling of winds from the east made the dust curl and flutter about like specks of gold when they caught the light. Some of the wood dust escaped as she opened the door, catching onto her dress, and even in the golden locks of her hair.
She closed her eyes and turned away, waiting for the dust to settle before opening them again and lifting her chin. She peered up at the wooden sculpture, and though it remained forever still, she could feel the essence of what it meant, of who it was for, as her throat tightened and went dry.
Stepping forward, she released a breath and moved to grab the rope and tether. The carving was doing no good in here. And now that it was spring, and the fear of the frost had subsided, she gave it a pull and began to drag it along, it's wheels bumping behind her and kicking up soft dust while pollen floated across the air when more winds swept across the valley.
It was a short walk from this little, old shed to the pond, that stretched and glittered, mirroring this golden day. And everything looked perfect, even the world did, but even as she tried to remain strong, tried to press on, the memory of him still made her breathless, thinking back to his soft kisses, to their toes tangling, and the feeling of his hugs when they were swimming. She could barely recall his scent now. How long had it been? She felt years older, older than she wanted to be. Back then, the world was anything-
Now, she had no idea where to begin, even as she blindly moved forward, just living, just praying that it had all been a terrible dream.
She moved along the pond's shores, careful to keep out of the swampy banks as the camel's wheels squeaked and it bounced along behind her. She walked leisurely, eyes surveying the land and her hand on the rope, so tight she could feel it's rough texture biting into her palms.
Arapaloath was known for this type of scenery, the world appearing untouched, except for the well groomed farm lands that only aided in her beauty. And witht he striking, purple hazey Kilanthro mountains set against the sun- it was purely magical.
It was days like these she always walked, without shoes (despite her father's pressing), and today was no different. And she had awoken much earlier than usual, something inspiring her to come out here, to see the pond on such a beautiful morning.
She paused at the base of a large willow tree, who's branches swayed gently in the winds. The scent of it's leaves mixed with the scent of tall grasses and the water and reeds lining the pond brought back more memories, of kisses beneath the water, and days lounging out beneath the stars, where it was so cold, she had to curl up against
him to keep warm, because they had gone for a late night swim.
And though they all said her love was so young, and that the future could be bigger, she doubted all words, and hardly wanted that sort of comfort. Her world had been large enough with him, and now that h ewas gone...
She peered over at a drifting log in the pond, lips pressed as she went listless in thought. She felt just like that log, moving around in a beautiful scene but with no place or purpose to go.
She moved now to tie the rope of her wooden camel to the willow tree, and turned to peer up at the branches of the tree. And soemthing called to her there, and so she moved, soft hands caressing the rough bark before moving around to the back and finding the lowest branch where she began to climb.
Pulling, moving, climbing along until there were no branches left to conquer and she could see all across the farm land, to where the soft white puffs of smoke drew across the top of her family's home, and she could even see just the beginnings of the small village in the valley, so many miles away.
And as another stronger, easterly wind picked up, carrying her hair and entangling it through the dancing shadows and rustling willow branches, it was only then did she noticed something strange on the horizon. Her lips parted, and she took a step forward, and used a hand to push some of the branches away to get a better look. But it was hard to tell just what it was she was looking at, for everything was just too surreal, and she- felt very disconnected until the large, charging beast was nearly upon her.
Her hands gripped tight to the branches that the bark bit into her fingers, and she stilled herself, not certain what to make of this, to know if it were a dream or actually apart of her reality, and all she could do was brace herself as the strange dark beast drew near, and fear gripped her, cementing her in place.
