A Meeting in Nottingham
It was that time of day where she snuck across the green blades of grass, quietly as to not scare animals or attract attention. Slipping past the guards and any of the people who lived around her. A subtle sigh of relief would leave her lips once she was sure she was free from the distinct watch of prying eyes. Like most days she went to this little waterhole, the surface sparkled as the sun kissed its gentle door to wonders. Stripping each piece of her clothing to the ground next to a bag and placing her bow right next to it. She would go swimming to the bottom of its basin and rummage around for sweet treasures that had fallen to the darkness. Taking a few chances before either coming out empty handed or with a treat. Gasping as she popped up above the surface awkwardly pushing her hair out of her face, strands hanging off her long pointed ears. Making her way to the edge and pulling herself from the calming waters before redressing and moving to a different spot as she swiped her items from the ground and took off. Droppin gher bag at the base of the tree she looked up before making a leap with a swing to elegantly maneuver its platforms. Each branch was a segway to a view higher up over the land but she stopped about midway up settling herself there. Strapped across her chest was her bow but where were the arrows? Leaned back against the tree one leg hanging as she sun seemed to pea through the tops of the trees shrouding the ground floor beneath and everything between. Hair dripping wet pieces of blonde strands stuck to her face but she didn't seem to mind. Holding out a rock she examined it from afar, it was a beautiful blue speckled stone. A huge smile spread across her lips as she relished in the silence, and the chance to be herself without judgment and the burning expectations of their society.
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