Christine smiled softly as she felt the wind brush against her face and blow what little hair was showing out from underneath her hat. She had to put it back on due to the fact that she was going to the village. She had asked a random student if they knew anywhere she could buy things, informed that there was a little village close by, and then she set out on this little trek.
She had a bright smile on her face and a skip in her step at the thought of what her trip was for. She didn't have much money, but she knew he would enjoy it. She clung to her diary, having carried it around with her every day since she received it...the pages almost filled.
Logan had instilled a new love for art in her, she wanted to repay him for that. She had a moments thought that she might be going a bit overboard and that he might think her gift was too intrusive or flashy and it had even occurred to her that he might hate it...but she thought it would be a good way to draw him out of his shell a bit more.
She had hoped that she could afford a nice one for him, knowing that he would use it often, but she never let any of her doubts or worries fade her smile. She moved along the quite road, keeping her steps light. She had peeked out the window of her room before she left to see if it was going to storm. The weather here was so unpredictable, but it reminded her of home. Overcast skies and cool rainy days left her feeling more like a cat and wanting to nap all day long and lounge around. However, today the sun had been shining and she felt confident and peppy enough to venture outdoors, but now that she was out, the weather had changed quickly on her and the sky overcasted. She could handle a little rain...
She wasn't that far away from the school so she decided to push ahead, humming a soft tune in her head as the skies continued to stay about the same. As she got about a mile down the path, the skies turned on her, they darkened to a deep gray and thunder could be heard rumbling through them. Her surroundings became darker and she became a bit frightened, but the storm still hadn't started and the wind picked up. She hoped that the wind would push the storm over and it would miss her completely or just give her a light sprinkle. She hoped.
She picked up her pace nevertheless, deciding to keep pushing forward, hoping that the village wasn't far away, feeling that she's walked further than she actually had. She still hadn't met anyone on the road along the way and it hinted in her mind that she might have taken the wrong path, or missed something completely and veered off and she was now lost. The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. She could feel her heart beat wildly, her breathing increase, her thoughts racing through her mind. She had to mentally stop herself, and to do that she had to physically stop. She paused for a moment with her steps and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to get herself aligned properly. Everyone probably sought shelter when the storm pushed overhead and that's why there's no one here.
As she mentally willed herself to believe her feeble attempts at comfort, she kept a keen eye out for any sign of shelter for herself. It had started to sprinkle, just lightly, but she had no doubt now that it would come down harder and soon. She kept her pace quick but not enough to look like she was running, as that would panic her more and she had just put herself down from a heightened state.
She had seen overhanging trees, dense enough to possibly keep her dry from the rain, but not if it came down hard enough and with the wind blowing through, it would feel like needles stinging through her skin. Then she saw it, it was small and disheveled and almost beaten down, but at least the little shack** was still standing and had a roof. She silently thanked whoever was looking down on her as the rain instantly poured down, drenching her hat, jacket and part of her pants.
She wrenched the door open, the rusty hinges making it stiff and hard to open. She got inside and shivered, water dripping from her hair. She tugged her hat off for a mere second and rang out what little water she could and placed it back on her head, her ears twitching irritably at being not only wet, but now squashed too. The wind whistled as the shack stood it its way, creaking and cracking under it's force. The rain pelted the roof wildly and she could see streams of water sneaking their way through the cracks that were probably there even after this thing was first built. She was wet, and cold and alone, as the sky continued to get darker and darker and she was afraid she would have to stay here all night. She shivered at the thought, or maybe the cold, not knowing if she would be safe here.
She sat down on the ground, finding the driest place she could and she hugged her knees tightly to her chest, resting her chin on them, hoping the storm would pass over quickly, hoping it wouldn't blow her or the little shack away and hoping she could make it back home before dark. She closed her eyes and whispered silently to no one in particular to watch over her, but secretly she was whispering to Martha to make sure she was safe.
** link (ignore the snow)
She had a bright smile on her face and a skip in her step at the thought of what her trip was for. She didn't have much money, but she knew he would enjoy it. She clung to her diary, having carried it around with her every day since she received it...the pages almost filled.
Logan had instilled a new love for art in her, she wanted to repay him for that. She had a moments thought that she might be going a bit overboard and that he might think her gift was too intrusive or flashy and it had even occurred to her that he might hate it...but she thought it would be a good way to draw him out of his shell a bit more.
She had hoped that she could afford a nice one for him, knowing that he would use it often, but she never let any of her doubts or worries fade her smile. She moved along the quite road, keeping her steps light. She had peeked out the window of her room before she left to see if it was going to storm. The weather here was so unpredictable, but it reminded her of home. Overcast skies and cool rainy days left her feeling more like a cat and wanting to nap all day long and lounge around. However, today the sun had been shining and she felt confident and peppy enough to venture outdoors, but now that she was out, the weather had changed quickly on her and the sky overcasted. She could handle a little rain...
She wasn't that far away from the school so she decided to push ahead, humming a soft tune in her head as the skies continued to stay about the same. As she got about a mile down the path, the skies turned on her, they darkened to a deep gray and thunder could be heard rumbling through them. Her surroundings became darker and she became a bit frightened, but the storm still hadn't started and the wind picked up. She hoped that the wind would push the storm over and it would miss her completely or just give her a light sprinkle. She hoped.
She picked up her pace nevertheless, deciding to keep pushing forward, hoping that the village wasn't far away, feeling that she's walked further than she actually had. She still hadn't met anyone on the road along the way and it hinted in her mind that she might have taken the wrong path, or missed something completely and veered off and she was now lost. The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. She could feel her heart beat wildly, her breathing increase, her thoughts racing through her mind. She had to mentally stop herself, and to do that she had to physically stop. She paused for a moment with her steps and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to get herself aligned properly. Everyone probably sought shelter when the storm pushed overhead and that's why there's no one here.
As she mentally willed herself to believe her feeble attempts at comfort, she kept a keen eye out for any sign of shelter for herself. It had started to sprinkle, just lightly, but she had no doubt now that it would come down harder and soon. She kept her pace quick but not enough to look like she was running, as that would panic her more and she had just put herself down from a heightened state.
She had seen overhanging trees, dense enough to possibly keep her dry from the rain, but not if it came down hard enough and with the wind blowing through, it would feel like needles stinging through her skin. Then she saw it, it was small and disheveled and almost beaten down, but at least the little shack** was still standing and had a roof. She silently thanked whoever was looking down on her as the rain instantly poured down, drenching her hat, jacket and part of her pants.
She wrenched the door open, the rusty hinges making it stiff and hard to open. She got inside and shivered, water dripping from her hair. She tugged her hat off for a mere second and rang out what little water she could and placed it back on her head, her ears twitching irritably at being not only wet, but now squashed too. The wind whistled as the shack stood it its way, creaking and cracking under it's force. The rain pelted the roof wildly and she could see streams of water sneaking their way through the cracks that were probably there even after this thing was first built. She was wet, and cold and alone, as the sky continued to get darker and darker and she was afraid she would have to stay here all night. She shivered at the thought, or maybe the cold, not knowing if she would be safe here.
She sat down on the ground, finding the driest place she could and she hugged her knees tightly to her chest, resting her chin on them, hoping the storm would pass over quickly, hoping it wouldn't blow her or the little shack away and hoping she could make it back home before dark. She closed her eyes and whispered silently to no one in particular to watch over her, but secretly she was whispering to Martha to make sure she was safe.
** link (ignore the snow)