Blacktail Deer Plateau When we were kings

A soft fear churned her belly, despite the geniality that laced Dante's words. She lingered a moment, awaiting his approach - but his approach never came. He remained in the clearing, and she in the cover of the brush, concealed in shadow and evergreen leaves. Reason's quiet voice told her to just stand up, but a stubborn protest rose within, one which drowned reason and froze her body to the ground. A heartbeat passed, then another, and still no movement she made.

Yet in that moment she made her choice. Impulsive and foolish and against better judgment she drew away, ensuring every back pedal fell silent upon the ground.