No Longer Alone

Lily Ignorant, perhaps, or blissfully, willfully unaware, the young woman traipsing down the current path in the Greatwood has no thought for what - or who - she might encounter in the late afternoon. Only that it is sunny and hot in the patches between the trees and everything seems, well, quite lovely. Leaves create a dappled pattern on her pale skin and flaming hair as she strolls boldly through the woods, a faint tune on her lips. Bits and pieces of the old drinking song come wordless and light - signaling her approach in a non-threatening way. Lily is bold and brave, but she knows naught of violence other than to keep a man’s wandering hands off her and perhaps, to deter a pickpocket. She has, though, potentially drifted too far into the interior. Unintentionally. A few trees away from Hazel, the Outlander stops and narrows her eyes at her surroundings. Teeth nibble at her lower lip in a worried fashion as she turns in a slow circle, trying to figure out if she’s going the right way - if there even is a right way. Eventually a soft sigh and “Well, fuck…” can be heard as Lily begins to talk to herself and try and reason the way back out. women are like tricks by sleight of hand which, to admire, we should not understand