But she had to admit that it was cooler here in the shade of the thicket, where the trees clustered together to form a relief-providing canopy of leaves. Creatures unseen chattered without fear, and she would be a fool to believe that she was unseen, unheard. Knowing this, she forced herself to retain features appropriate of her status, though inside the turmoil stirred and stirred. She felt the acute pain of regret grasp at her heart, and she believed for an instance that she should have never left her home: as if such was how it had played out. By the slight frown that creased her black lips, it was by so-called subaudition that one could infer there was a lie lurking about. But the smile that hid this frown, followed by a neutral line, was one lie after another, another and another, until all the lies became a sort of ultimate lie and truth. Her face was blank at this point, and she pressed deeper into the thicket. Her pace slow, but not out of deliberation.
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