Golden Glade à travers la forêt de nos cœurs

Instead of habitual rain falling early in the day, it was simply cloud. A blanket of gray had come across during the night and lingered; its stark contrast to the sharp green of the glade did little to improve Phoebe's mood. She had done well to try and shy away from the others where she could and was finding it was easier to put on a brave face when she was actually cornered with conversation. Living in the glade hadn't gotten any easier for her. She hated it, hatred every stupid facet she discovered or any new feature that her family had shown her. But she was learning how to smile in spite of it, even when she felt the plateau had been a better home.

She had been stuck on one particular line lately—they go where they are happy. She had butchered that line into many variations through the hours and days. It hadn't locked any hidden meaning or brought her any sort of comfort, but it had woken the notion that maybe she could go back to the plateau herself. After all, her mother had encouraged her to go and visit the rest of their family in the copse, but she had always been a homebody. The wilds were simply that: wild. The unknown element in all of it had always kept her close to home. It certainly had not fostered confidence when even here in the glade they had their minor incidents regarding borders.

Which was exactly why she had lost herself in the deeper part of the glade she could, where the forest seemingly swallowed her whole. For a while, it didn't matter what the weather was overhead or that she was unhappy. She felt like no one would readily find her here, that she could escape for a moment to let her guard down. Eventually they'd find this spot too, she knew, but for now it was too easy to simply enjoy it for what it was. To enjoy solitude.

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