- Joined
- Mar 6, 2009
- Location
- Beaverton, OR
Red waved goodbye to her mother as she stepped out the door and into the road. Her mother stood in the door frame as she walked away stern as ever. "And remember, go straight to your grandmother's. No dallying, and for goodness sake stay on the path!"
Red rolled her pale blue eyes as she walked way towards the woods. what was her mother so worried about? A light breeze played with her golden tresses, and she pulled the hood of her red cloak up over her head to keep her neatly brushed hair from becoming a windswept mess. The sun was bright today, and felt warm on her creamy white skin. It's rays dance about in the forest as she entered and began walking along the path.
She looked about the woods idly taking in the serene beauty of the place as she strolled along the path at her own leisurely pace, heedless of her mother's caution. every time she went to visit grandmother she received the same lecture. Stay on the path, be quick. but even on days like this where she took her time nothing bad ever seemed to happen.
Off the path a little ways, she could see a bunch of wild flowers growing. They looked like the Kind her Grandmother liked, and so she decided to go pick a few. They weren't that far off the path, and surely she couldn't get into trouble for that.
Red rolled her pale blue eyes as she walked way towards the woods. what was her mother so worried about? A light breeze played with her golden tresses, and she pulled the hood of her red cloak up over her head to keep her neatly brushed hair from becoming a windswept mess. The sun was bright today, and felt warm on her creamy white skin. It's rays dance about in the forest as she entered and began walking along the path.
She looked about the woods idly taking in the serene beauty of the place as she strolled along the path at her own leisurely pace, heedless of her mother's caution. every time she went to visit grandmother she received the same lecture. Stay on the path, be quick. but even on days like this where she took her time nothing bad ever seemed to happen.
Off the path a little ways, she could see a bunch of wild flowers growing. They looked like the Kind her Grandmother liked, and so she decided to go pick a few. They weren't that far off the path, and surely she couldn't get into trouble for that.