The girl had been home not fifteen minutes when she started to feel stifled. It wasn’t cool—there was something about summer that left Glorall feeling stuffy and just… not worth it. Her head was spinning as she made her way toward the woodland, into the forest where she could hide from the heat. Even early in the morning it was too much to take. The dog days of summer, as they called them, drove the restless wanderer into a place that she had known in her childhood. Though she was hardly a child anymore, it was okay. Octavia felt quite alright with her standing in this place. What an odd place it was.
The woodland was still and quiet, though the morning had marched on. Midmorning, probably, filtering in through the trees. Though it wasn’t silent, there was that feeling. That feeling of odd stillness that came when you were the only creature of your kind in a place. For now, the dark princess was the only one that cut beneath the trees and sat in the soft underbrush of the forest. Leaves, decomposing in that manner they had, filling her senses in the oddly damp summer morning. All she knew for certain was that, out from under the trees, it was hot. Very hot. Tav was lucky to be down here.
the air was clean
octavia
the sun never went down
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