“Don’t you know what’s out there in the woods….”
It was late and she was restless. The more she tried to rest, the stronger the feeling was that she needed to go out there. Out into the woods that beckoned from beyond her bedroom windows. The more she resisted, the stronger was her desire to leave.
The time was approaching midnight and she couldn’t take it anymore. She tossed on a shawl, picked up the lantern, left her home, and headed out into the woods.
“…Sometimes a spell may last, past what you can see, and turn against you. Careful the tale you tell…”
The woods were dark and the light mist which rest over the ground did nothing to soothe her rising anxiety. This was silly, she thought to herself. Surely this is pure nonsense to be walking about in the woods at this hour. I should go back.
No matter what she thought to do, her feet wouldn’t listen. They had adapted a mind of their own and kept her moving forward down the path. Towards the pull.
“Nothing’s all black, but then nothing’s all white. How do you say it will all be all right…”
It wasn’t long before she saw a shadow of someone leaning against a tree. It was then that her feet stopped. She had arrived at her destination. Straining to see into the darkness, she held up the lantern. “Hello?” she called out. “Who’s there?”
The shadow moved and stepped into the light. Her eyes widened as she recognized the man that was walking towards her.
“It took you long enough to get here,” he said in a smooth and mellow tone.
She lowered the lantern slightly, but kept it out as a barrier between the two of them. “I don’t think I had much of a choice,” came her reply.
A smile peeked at a corner of his lips and he reached for the light and took it from her hand. “You’re right. You didn’t.” He sat the lantern down upon the ground and held both of her hands while maintaining eye contact.
At first, it was unnerving, having him so close to her and she wanted to leave. But, as the moments drifted by and he made no other move than simply holding her hands, a sense of calm washed over her and she sighed. She asked him softly, “What do you want?”
“Correction,” he replied with a full grin now upon his face. “The question is what do you want.” He raised one of her hands up to meet his lips. Her eyes drifted closed. The echo of his question playing over, and over again in her mind.
Dress: *GLITTER* Medieval Princess Gown with Shawl – For Peace On Earth Hunt 8
Hair: Magika  Habit