Post by Deucalion Jakobowski on Aug 28, 2008 18:40:18 GMT -5
The thin girl stood at the base of a large hill crowned with a sturdy pine tree, just off a little dirt road in upstate New York. She glanced down at the palm of her hand, then up again, scanning the forest surrounding her, looking for some sign of civilization apart from the broad path that passed for a road, and the dust kicked up by the taxi that had deposited her here as it drove away.
She cursed her stupidity, that she hadn't brought a cell phone, or even asked the taxi to wait. She was supposed to be visiting a friend from school-- an unusual friend, admittedly-- at the little cabin his parents rented every summer. He had scrawled directions on her hand before they left school yesterday, and pressed upon her the importance that she come soon. She had replied by suggesting he chill, and promising to be there. Now she was regretting her rush. Her dad wouldn't be calling till that night, so she had at least eight hours until anyone even realized she was missing...
Might as well try to get a better view. I'm doing no one any favors by moping around down here. The best vantage point available was the hill she stood facing. She hoisted her messenger bag farther up her shoulder, and began marching up the steep incline. By the time she reached the top, she was panting slightly, and grateful her bag wasn't heavier. She leaned against the tree as she surveyed the valley beyond, and gasped. So maybe Lance wasn't messing with me... she thought numbly. There were kids. And Greek-style buildings, and a farm house and a coliseum. Whoa... was the only thing she could come up with at the moment.
((The friend, a.k.a. Lance, is supposed to be her satyr, by the way.))
She cursed her stupidity, that she hadn't brought a cell phone, or even asked the taxi to wait. She was supposed to be visiting a friend from school-- an unusual friend, admittedly-- at the little cabin his parents rented every summer. He had scrawled directions on her hand before they left school yesterday, and pressed upon her the importance that she come soon. She had replied by suggesting he chill, and promising to be there. Now she was regretting her rush. Her dad wouldn't be calling till that night, so she had at least eight hours until anyone even realized she was missing...
Might as well try to get a better view. I'm doing no one any favors by moping around down here. The best vantage point available was the hill she stood facing. She hoisted her messenger bag farther up her shoulder, and began marching up the steep incline. By the time she reached the top, she was panting slightly, and grateful her bag wasn't heavier. She leaned against the tree as she surveyed the valley beyond, and gasped. So maybe Lance wasn't messing with me... she thought numbly. There were kids. And Greek-style buildings, and a farm house and a coliseum. Whoa... was the only thing she could come up with at the moment.
((The friend, a.k.a. Lance, is supposed to be her satyr, by the way.))