by Crimson Skye
CHAPTER VII: JOURNEY TO THE FALL
As what they have agreed upon, the group packed up their belongings early before the sun rises up the next morning. They saddled their horses and started out for the journey. They were halfway the thicket as the sun dries up the land with its glorious rays. Sunlight passed through the leaves of the trees as they traversed the path to the Dark Fall Mountain which divides the Kingdom of Lynabria and Hesperia itself. Sparrow hawks were soaring above them, hunting down their preys with its keen eyes. A moment later, they were out of the thicket.
Cold breeze welcomed them as they travel swiftly through the grassland where wild deers grazed upon the green pasture. Some antelopes galloped back to the thicket upon seeing them. Rabbits on the meadows halted, alarmed by their presence. Sofia smiled at the scenery. Her sleepy eyes wandered through the marvelous beauty of nature. She was wearing a black hooded-cloak like the rest. Her hair were braided in two that flows freely on her shoulders. Flaire let her borrow some dresses and boots as well. The dress was awkward to her look due to its lengthy style and sparkling beads. Wide neckline reveals her shoulders and sleeves that was long enough to cover her slender arms. It was not her style but it fitted her. Better awkward and out of her personal style than nothing.
Iris was traveling alone on a horse and Tristan was on the other, just beside her. Unfortunately, Sofia grew up in a city and know nothing about horse-riding so she was oblige to travel with Chase. She was sitting on front and was sleepy at same time. It was not her choice whom she would travel with. It was Old Claw that made her journey with an arrogant creature on her back. In the end, it does not bother her anymore. She had, in one way or another decided to let go of what she felt for this young man. It would not bring any good to her at all if she keeps on acting like a stupid fellow on his presence. Love might be an outrageous thing for her.
Raven suddenly growled on her, putting her back to senses. He was on his wolf form that is why he cannot talk and do nothing but just growled at her. The child must be saying, “Wake up if you do not want to kiss the ground.” Sofia was certain that Chase would not catch her anyway. She turned around to see if the cob carrying their baggage were still on their trail. Luckily it was. Tristan would not allow them to run away otherwise, he was the one to blame. She turned to her right and saw the young man looking at her with concern. He might be pitied on her by the distressed look on her face. She draw a faint smile and turned away. The song of the lark made her lids heavy until she can resist it no more.
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