but you will find out soon
who you really are
Keep on searching, searching...
Priscilla Hernandez – Don't Be Sad
The woods from where they'd come looked foreign and unwelcoming, scarcely any light could be seen between the thick, twisted, almost skeletal looking branches. Desiare shook her head as she looked from side to side, scanning the distance.
“I'm certain that's the direction we came from, but … nothing looks familiar. Did we walk further than I thought?” she said, her voice fading as she took a tentative step, Starlight following close beside her, and when Desiare stopped again, the steed leaned down and sniffed the ground beneath her feet, then began lipping a small patch of grass as her mistress continued her debate.
A low howling caused Starlight to lift her head and snort while Desiare froze and listened. “Can't tell which direction,” she mutters, tilting her head, “but we'll find out certain enough if we stay in one place for too long.”
The only sounds that could be heard as they made their way through the thick undergrowth was the crunching of dry leaves and branches, punctuated by the distant howling of wolves. Every now and then, Desiare kneeled down and ran her hand along the ground, then shook her head and stood again. “Nothing. It's as though these woods have simply swallowed us.” Frustration vibrated in her voice as she took her mask off and wiped her forehead with the soft fabric.
Starlight, sensing her unease, leaned in to nibble on a strand of her pale hair, causing her to turn and grin up. “No apples for you right now,” Desiare said, patting the steed's snout before pulling her hair away. “First, we have to find our way out … or a safe place to rest, if anything here could be called safe.”
They wandered, not sure which way to go except forward …
