Lost and Lonely [Willow/Winter]

[Winter O'Hara]

Deep in the North Forest, exhausted from wandering around, a small eleven-year old girl sat on a moss-covered rock and tried to look small. Winter was tired and feeling idiotic. Why had she decided to take a walk by the edge of the woods that day, when there had been a light mist over the trees? Why had she gotten so caught up in noticing the little things that she hadn’t noticed where she was going? Why hadn’t she thought to bring some sort of defensive weapon that would have given her a bigger chance of making it out alive?

Not even trying to blink back the tears that were running down her face, the little girl leaned back on a tall, comforting tree. It was odd to think that a plant could be comforting, but somehow the tree just seemed to radiate peaceful serenity and calming relaxation. Her thoughts began to drift towards the ill-fated hour when she had decided to go for a walk. Let’s see- it was in the afternoon, wasn’t it. Yes, right after lunch.

Feeling a little adventurous, Winter had wanted to indulge herself a little and take a walk: just a simple, short, safe walk around the edge of the North Forest. Sure, there was a chance of wild monsters that could come out and attack her, but she had made quite sure that it wasn’t likely before going outside. And then there had been that lovely mist surrounding the edge, enticing her to venture further into the heart of the wood. Well, Winter thought suddenly, her jerking herself from her reverie, I was a fool to go and now I’m paying for it. More tears sprang to her eyes in not unreasonable self-pity. Only eleven years old and already a victim of fate, were her morbid thoughts as she rested on the edge of the rock.

Words: 313
Muse: Zero-ness
Notes: Salutations. (xD)
Tags: Maeve/Willow

[Willow]

Willow had been sleeping peacefully inside her tree. Her branches bending gracefully around her. She was deep in the forest. Located in a clearing by a stream. I was mid-day after lunch and she had came home to nap after her nymph duties.

It is hard to explain what sleep for a demi-nymph was like. Surrounded by utter darkness and deep warmth. It feels like your feet are deep inside the earth. On beautiful sunny days it was like the sun was leaving warm kisses on your head.

She had been in this blissful state for a hour or so before she felt a light touch. Opening her eyes, Willow looked to see what was happening.

Again, it's hard to explain how a demi-nymph sees through a tree. It's like peering out from behind a brown tinted two-way mirror inside of a small closet. Everything is a shade of brown but can be seen clearly.

Leaning against her tree was a small blond headed girl. She seemed very upset. Soon small tears ran down her face. The poor girl looked hopelessly sad. Lost maybe? The poor thing, Willow thought.

Willow looked closer at the girl. It was obvious she was alone and scared. She didnt look like she had any weapon and probably couldn't use it if she had. She was very small and young. She shouldn't be alone, was all that Willow could think. So, inevitably, Willow slipped out of her tree. Trying not to scare her she walked up beside the girl.

"Are you ok?" She asked in her softest most charming voice, "Are you lost?"

Word Count: 268
Muse: Not so great
Notes: I'm on my phone

[Winter O'Hara]

“Are you okay? Are you lost?”

Winter looked up, startled by a soft voice that seemed to be coming from beside her. Looking around, she saw a pretty brown-haired teenager who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. For a minute, the startled girl couldn’t think of anything to say. Then after a somewhat awkward silence, she painfully stammered the first thoughts that came into her head.

“A-are y-you… a m-monster?” Then Winter blushed furiously. Of course the person wasn’t a monster. What was she thinking? “I-I m-mean, I-I thought only m-monsters l-lived h-here.” Noticing the green, leafy dress in which the older girl was clad, the highly-mortified daughter of Apollo flushed again. A nymph. Of course.

“Oh,” was all she could think of to say, wishing that somehow the ground would swallow her up. Even being eaten by monsters seemed to be a brighter prospect than being so discomfited. What must the other girl think of her?

Lately, Winter had been getting into scrapes like these over-much. Always someone startling her, or asking her a question, or herself just being the clumsy eleven-year old she was. What wouldn’t I give to be normal, the girl thought despairingly.

Sneaking a pathetic glance at the girl’s face, she made a feeble attempt to ‘redeem’ herself with a small, “S-sorry…”

Words: 218
Muse: Fairly okay.
Notes: Aw, Maeve! Is it hard to write posts on your phone or something? -__-“ I can relate. Writing posts on a kindle kind of sucks.

[Willow]

“A-are y-you… a m-monster?” Willow only smiled. Poor poor thing. She was so frightened and lonely like she assumed. The young girl blushed almost instantly. Willow didn't think she looked like a monster but I'm sure everything looked like a monster to her right now. “I-I m-mean, I-I thought only m-monsters l-lived h-here.”

The poor girl stammered out every word. The fear of Willow's sudden appearance probably shocked her out of her skin. She didn't mean to frighten her and now Willow felt terrible. She wanted to reach out and wrap her in a comforting embrace. Willow was glad it was her who showed up and not a monster. That would have been a disaster.

"Oh, S-sorry..." Willow smiled. She didn't have to apologize. The terror had been very prominent on the young girls face. Willow knew that it was just a quick observation and not an insult. She finally couldn't resist. She reached out and touched the girls arm.

"I'm Willow, little one. No need to apologize. The woods can be scarey. Do you need help?" She softly whispers the calm words. Her mind turned to the songs of nature that her mother had sung her to calm her. About the trees and the birds. She wondered quietly to herself if the girl would benefit from them.

Word Count: 218
Muse: Still not wonderful but ok
Notes: Yeah, But I got lucky enough to get on the computer today!!

[Winter O'Hara]

“I’m Willow, little one. No need to apologize. The woods can be scary. Do you need help?” Whispered clearly, the unexpectedly kind words sounded like an angel’s voice to the still-embarrassed and frightened Winter. As she looked up, a smiling and gentle face met hers, and the little girl knew that she had nothing to fear at all from this person.

“Oh, th-thank you. I w-was w-walking, and I j-just c-couldn’t see v-very far because of the m-mist, so I think I’m l-lost now, and it w-would b-be ever s-so nice if you c-could just show me the way b-back out if you aren’t t-too busy?” Her tumult of words all came out in a rush; Winter just felt so relieved at the thought that maybe she might get out of her stick situation alive.

“You s-see,” she continued, feeling like she should explain her plight, “it w-was j-just so confusing; I c-couldn’t s-see which way I w-was going, and it w-was just so interesting looking at all the p-pretty things, and y-you see, I’m s-sort of new here…” trailing off into a contented silence, Winter glanced once again at the pretty nymph, glad that she wasn’t considered in deep disgrace and hadn’t offended her.

Words: 205
Muse: Good. I like writing all my posts at one time so that my muse gets an exercise and then a nice rest.
Notes: Awesomtastic! I’m so happy for you (: *huggles*