At the edge of Stormwatch Timbres - Early evening, 36 ° F, 2 ° C
Her breath was wheezing, everyone an effort much larger than it should be. But that was true for everything: her shaky, limping steps; the occasional lift of her head, to make sure she was still moving in the right direction; even the slow swiveling of her ears that told her she was still alone, nothing to hear but the wind howling. The forest around her had thinned, the hilly landscape smoothing to a uniform, downward slope. It didn't matter much; she hadn't been up a hill to orientate herself since her last attempt, a number of days ago, had ended with her slipping on some loose rocks, sliding a good ways down and twisting her leg painfully. She should have known better than to try another climb, her starved, exhausted body too weak to have any chance of accomplishing the feat. But her desperation had driven her and as a result she'd lost yet more days, having to rest her sprained hind-leg. Now she was on the move again, blessedly having grown so accustomed with these cursed woods that she needed no more vantage points to keep her southern course. Soon the trees started thinning, growing lower, narrower and further apart, and by midday, when she stopped by a small stream to drink and rest, she was able to spot the sun through the young canopies above. A shaking sigh of relief left her at the sight, tears pressing behind her eyes; Finally..! She had a clear beacon to guide her home, and as she started moving again, the sun slowly moving towards the horizon, she kept its amber rays on her right. She cleared the last trees just as the final sliver of sun disappeared behind the mountains, and before her, the landscape continued to slope down into a familiar valley, covered with flowering blackberry bushes. She was ready to cry, legs shaking under her as she breathed in deeply, filling her emaciated chest with the familiar, soothing scent; I'm almost home, I'm ALMOST home! A wave of dizziness forced her to sit down, closing her eyes and breathing heavily, she needed another rest. It was infuriating, to be so close and yet not able to move on, but if she pushed herself too hard now, she wouldn't make it; Just a short break, then I can continue... Word count: 389 Thoughts ”Speech” |