@glimmergrip ((i hope this works out okay!!))
A strong gust of wind rustled through the trees above her, causing the leaves to rustle and echo among the now screaming cicadas. Normally, a series cool breezes like this would have been incredibly appreciated on a scorching summer day, but Flint found it more annoying than anything. It was whipping her hair all sorts of ways, making it difficult to keep her skirt down--although she wore shorts underneath, it was still embarrassing--and simultaneously read her old and worn map she bargained for at the shop two towns over.
She attempted to fasten her grip to the parchment and squint her eyes, getting a closer examination. After drawing the conclusion that she was utterly lost, a melancholic sigh escaped her. Her hand brushed off as much dirt and dust as possible before she heavily seated herself on a rock, overlooking the forest from the top of the small mountain. This wasn't where she expected to spend the first weekend of summer, that was for sure. A beach certainly would have been her first choice, she had never been in the ocean before, and had been literally dreaming of it since the weather warmed up.
However, Gayton "strongly encouraged" she took a trip to a lake in the woods several miles outside of Yorknew. Supposedly, it had springs, waterfalls and wonderful inns that proved to be very therapeutic and relaxing. Which was something he had always recommended to the girl. She sighed again as she turned her head to look back towards the mountain behind her. Maybe the path she was supposed to take was on the other side.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw a figure emerging from the tree line. From her distance, it was hard to make any observations of their characteristics, except that the person was just about her size. Flint peered at the figure for a moment before making the decision to offer a friendly smile and small wave. "Hello!" She then stood and turned to face the person, holding her hair out of her face, trying to tame it from the winds relentless whipping. “Its a bit of a longshot, but you don’t know anything about the Breberia Springs, do you?”
