by Too-cool4U » Sat Mar 19, 2011 4:38 pm
Aivilo looked at the pine branches above her. They swayed with a faint breeze, and the sun had set. She looked around her. She didn't have a home, and though she was accustomed to sleeping in the woods, this woods seemed even more dangerous. She found a sturdy pine, and lay beneath the pine's branches, among the bed of pine needles and soft ground. She realized that her ribs were bruised more than she had thought, but she ignored it. Laddie curled above underneath the tree beside her. She curled her fingers over the hilt of one of her daggers. She knew the dangers of these woods, but she no where else. I wish Bill was here, I know him. A little bit.
She fell asleep.
(Possible wolf attacks, anyone?)

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