Meadow

~ a heart like a wildflower

She stands idly at the edge of the meadow, the white and yellow wild flowers wave to and fro with each breath of summer's breeze. She closes her hazel eyes, as its cool breath ruffles her dark tresses. Its scent is sweet and lingers until finally it dies off leaving her yearning for its refreshing coolness. She opens her eyes beneath a thick veil of eyelashes, she peers out with a quiet wonder. Over the last few months since meeting the mysterious silver man at the waterfall, she has hidden herself within the shadows. Grazing on the grasses where ever she pleases, sipping from the pools of cool waters and watching the crossing -which she has finally learned its name- with wonder and curiosity.

Many have stepped ashore, some quickly ushered away by doting men or strong women, but not Thea. She has purposely avoided those areas, quickly learning that the commons was a place where choice is stripped from her. She has known of life of no choices, and she would not continue that trend here on the Islands.

A soft breeze ruffles her tresses once again returning with cooling relief. She pauses to look up at the sky, a few clouds dot the brilliant blues of the late afternoon. Soon, the sun will begin its descent toward the horizon, and she would meander her way to return to a small clearing not far from here. This is where she has found herself over the last few months, lingering in the shadows, waiting... for what she hasn't quite figured out yet.