07-04-2018, 12:53 PM
————- Prior to Clementine ending up in a totally different group's territory, her day had gone fairly normal. That is, she had been stuck in side, utterly bored to death on account of her father's wishes that she not push herself. But the summer weather was intoxicating, warm, and welcoming to a young girl who had little else to occupy herself with than the same books, toys, and idle conversations with her father. Playing with the other children was out of the question, and the opportunities to go walking on her own were slim to none. Even though her father had dared to leave her for a time, and they being recently reunited with one another, it had not stopped her dearest father from quickly returning to his old over-bearing ways.
Of course, Clementine loved him and knew no difference.
Yet that did not stop her from leaving Snowbourn and heading out on her own. It was with no malicious intent- truly, she meant to stray no further than a few steps, just to happen upon some flowers. But a few steps turned into a few gleeful leaps, and as she strayed further and further, and her fears disappated, she found herself readily farther away from home than she ever intended. By the time she realized just how far she had gone, she had no idea which direction to turn back.
So she walked. And walked; and rested, when her lungs began to suffer the strenuous hike away. What had been an early morning adventure had now turned into an early-evening disaster. The familiar stretches of land that she called her home soon turned into a wide field of plains and open area she had no idea how to navigate. But the tall grasses soon turned into a field dotted with flowers, which despite the comforting and pretty sight did little to ease her now bundle of nerves that had knotted her chest; more so than her horrid wheezing. Her paws slightly shaking, she kept on, her wide green eyes staring helplessly as the little scrap of a serval, more baby than child in appearance, stopped, finally too exhausted to carry on. Each of her breaths rattled in her chest, squeaking with a wheeze as she struggled for a full breath. But there were others around; the scent of them was more prevalent now than it had been ages ago. The question was - where was she?
"H-hello?" she called out faintly between a gasp. "I-is anyone there?"
Of course, Clementine loved him and knew no difference.
Yet that did not stop her from leaving Snowbourn and heading out on her own. It was with no malicious intent- truly, she meant to stray no further than a few steps, just to happen upon some flowers. But a few steps turned into a few gleeful leaps, and as she strayed further and further, and her fears disappated, she found herself readily farther away from home than she ever intended. By the time she realized just how far she had gone, she had no idea which direction to turn back.
So she walked. And walked; and rested, when her lungs began to suffer the strenuous hike away. What had been an early morning adventure had now turned into an early-evening disaster. The familiar stretches of land that she called her home soon turned into a wide field of plains and open area she had no idea how to navigate. But the tall grasses soon turned into a field dotted with flowers, which despite the comforting and pretty sight did little to ease her now bundle of nerves that had knotted her chest; more so than her horrid wheezing. Her paws slightly shaking, she kept on, her wide green eyes staring helplessly as the little scrap of a serval, more baby than child in appearance, stopped, finally too exhausted to carry on. Each of her breaths rattled in her chest, squeaking with a wheeze as she struggled for a full breath. But there were others around; the scent of them was more prevalent now than it had been ages ago. The question was - where was she?
"H-hello?" she called out faintly between a gasp. "I-is anyone there?"
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