It was a new day, and still she was yet to find the company she sought. I never should have let him leave, Maine thought. But then she wondered whether it was her that had left.
It had been too long. She sighed.
There was no point in staying, she packed her things and entered the grizzly streets. Maine furled her cloak around her shoulders, as the air still held a chill to the skin. A few souls floated here and there, the morning was quiet; whispers only of mice. She purchased a small loaf of bread nearby, still steaming from the oven.
Approaching the gate, the dense forest sprawled beyond the field. She wandered past the entrance, greeting the guard as she went.
The forest would have been almost as silent, if it weren't for the chorus of birds.
In the not-so-far distance, she spotted a tall white figure, looming between trees. She waved, reaching her hand up high.
Albeit, it's attention seemed to be directed elsewhere.