â??Momâ?¦.I will be late, hurry up already.â? Red was running to the door, after taking her red cloak off of her bed, it was something she never went without. An odd nick name Red, but it was simple enough to understand why people called her it. Her actual name was Tara, but it had been years since anyone but her mother called her by her birth name. This was fine with her. â??You know how grandmother getsâ?¦when Iâ??m lateâ? she walked into the kitchen, where her mother was preparing a basket. â??I know, I knowâ?¦almost doneâ?¦â? Her mother paused. â??There we goâ? She turned and handed Tara the basket. â??Finallyâ?¦I can get going?â? Her mother just nodded and came closer to give her a kiss on her forehead.
â??Iâ??m really too old for you to be doing thatâ?¦.â? Tara sighed and walked towards the door. â??Nearly eighteen and you still kiss me on the headâ?¦.â? The door slammed behind her, leaving her mother chuckling.
Tara, or Red was a rather independent girl, she was also rather pretty. Auburn red hair offset her red cloak nicely, and her green eyes were bright from underneath the hood of her cloak, almost glowing when she passed under the shade of the trees she passed. Her body was nice and toned not much fat to her at all. After all she did walk to her grandmothers a few times a week, and it was not a small walk. A few miles at least, though she never really timed it, she guessed it took and hour or so to get to her grandmothers cottage.
Now there were two paths that she could take, one that lead through a dark forest, and a longer path that went around town and did not cut into the forest until the last twenty minutes of the walk. Which one would you take? Well Red had taken the shorter path a few times, and those few time she felt like she was being watched. That was enough for her, so the easy and safest choice was taking the path that cut around town. With the basket on her arm she continued on her way, sure that the walk was going to be like any other timeâ?¦long, and boring.
â??Iâ??m really too old for you to be doing thatâ?¦.â? Tara sighed and walked towards the door. â??Nearly eighteen and you still kiss me on the headâ?¦.â? The door slammed behind her, leaving her mother chuckling.
Tara, or Red was a rather independent girl, she was also rather pretty. Auburn red hair offset her red cloak nicely, and her green eyes were bright from underneath the hood of her cloak, almost glowing when she passed under the shade of the trees she passed. Her body was nice and toned not much fat to her at all. After all she did walk to her grandmothers a few times a week, and it was not a small walk. A few miles at least, though she never really timed it, she guessed it took and hour or so to get to her grandmothers cottage.
Now there were two paths that she could take, one that lead through a dark forest, and a longer path that went around town and did not cut into the forest until the last twenty minutes of the walk. Which one would you take? Well Red had taken the shorter path a few times, and those few time she felt like she was being watched. That was enough for her, so the easy and safest choice was taking the path that cut around town. With the basket on her arm she continued on her way, sure that the walk was going to be like any other timeâ?¦long, and boring.