Her father was going to kill her. She wasn't supposed to cross over by herself. It was one of the things she'd agreed to when she had finally convinced Leon to train her. No solo missions. They worked together or they--correction she
didn't work at all. But this wasn't a hunting excursion. She had no illusions about her readiness to take on the creatures of the darkness, men and animals twisted by the evil magic that fueled the cloud that had forced her from all she had known into a strange new world all those years ago. She knew her limitations, and as much as she hated to admit it, right now her bark was worse than her bite. Despite how much she wished she wasn't, she was still a scared little girl inside. Pretending to be tough. Immune to hurt and pain. All she was really doing was lying to herself. But one day, gods help her, it would be true. She would be strong. And she wouldn’t be afraid. But that day wasn't today. She pulled her cape tighter around her body, making sure that the hood was up, hating herself for needing its protection. It was the symbol of everything she had lost. Everything that was forcibly taken from her that day. And instead of tossing it away, like the cursed thing that it was, she clung to it greatful for the concealment that it provided. And though these woods weren't hers, she knew the Hood would hide her. Muffle her steps. Confuse her scent. It ought to be enough for her to grab what she needed and sneak back home, hopefully with her father none the wiser.
To be quite honest, it would be a miracle if he didn't notice. And Wren just wasn't sure if she believed in miracles anymore. Magic, yes, miracles no. She chuckled quietly to herself at the strangeness of that statement. But for her it was simple, miracles were something that she couldn't see and touch where as magic she had seen. Her father would find out, of that she was nearly one hundred percent certain. What she was hoping for was that he wouldn’t find out until later. She wouldn't be able to lie to him about it. She supposed that she could try…but was a few sprigs of herbs worth sneaking out and lying about it? Not really. Besides he'd know anyway. He simply knew her better than anyone else. He knew what to look for. He simply followed the clues that she unknowingly gave him. Like a trail of bread crumbs, they led around her carefully crafted mask and right to her actual feelings.
Her stomach rumbled at the mention of bread crumbs. She hadn't bothered with breakfast that morning, so intent was she onnher gathering mission, but thankfully, she had prepared for this. Despite her goal to be gone only for a short while, she had packed enough food for a small army. Apple slices, a few wedges of cheese, a meat sandwich, and her favorite peanut butter cookies. She paused in her way and reached into the leather pouch, digging for her treasure…where were they? Wren frowned and crouched, dumping the contents of her bag onto the ground. Knife, apples, cheese, sandwich, poison (just in case), and twine for her her herb bundles. And a hole. What? Where had they gone? She shoved her belongings back into the bag, mindful of the hole, arose from her position and retraced her steps. It was stupid perhaps, but she wanted those cookies and she would have them. There! There was the sack. But it was empty. And small crumbs led away from it right to…a rabbit. It hadn't seen her, thanks to the hood's enchantment, and seemed to be enjoying its pilfered goods. The picture was cute to say the least. Wren lowered her hood and tried to keep her face impassive, she was a huntress now not a girl to be amused by the antics of a bunny, but her voice betrayed her when she stated in a light tone, "Are you enjoying those, bunny? They were mine, you know." It seemed the girl won out over the huntress this time.
notes: Weird. I told you.| words: 710-ish | tagged: Littlelight/Theo