girl in the woods | fallen wordbuilding 2
Rachael listened wistfully to the patter of the rain. Only rarely did the drops penetrate the dense canopy of leaves and hit her dark hair.
She had imagined the lonely life in the wilderness to be much more exciting and romantic. Like the books she had read as a little girl, she thought she could make friends with the elves or be taken in by a bear family, but it was not like that at all. The elves were annoying little critters who pulled her hair and screamed their shrill voices in her ear, and she hadn't seen any bears yet, but if she had, they would probably welcome her more as a night meal. Now she stumbled aimlessly among the tall trees, feeling her thin dress getting wetter and drippier by the second.
It was still summer, but she could already see the first colourful leaves on the trees and soon the days would become shorter and colder and with the cold the berries and leaves she fed on would disappear and then, yes then, she would probably die. Not that she minded.
She had always been used to Death and by now she even liked him. She had clearly seen him standing at her mother's bedside, a tall, pale, upright gentleman who, hands clasped behind his back, had watched melancholically as she grew paler and paler and finally closed her eyes.
Rachael had the impression that Death liked her and maybe it would even be quite nice to finally be away from here, where nobody liked her anyway.
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