WC:: 391 - Singing loudly & still lost; rather sheltered kid, so not used to navigating new areas :')
Dark eyelids fluttered open, a blurry scene of trees and leaves came into view briefly before heavy lids fell closed once more. Cold. The lone thought penetrated her mind, stirring her thoughts and dragging her out of her dreams and imagination. Breathing in slowly she began the delicate task of unravelling stiff limbs, stretching them out cautiously, wincing as her legs complained as she eased them out straight before her. Pressing a hand against the trunk of the tree behind her, she managed to pull herself up to her feet, bending slightly at the waist she looked down at herself and began to pick out leaves and the like from her thick coat. Lifting her arms over her head she stretched and yawned, blinking a few times as vibrant eyes began to adjust to the morning sun. Now that there was light about the girl saw clearly for the first time where she'd ended up; a wide stream cut through the land a few paces away from her, the dirt ground littered with leaves and other typical forest debris, thick trunk trees surrounded her with an array of finer ones mixed in here and there.
Rolling her shoulders lightly, she began working finger through her hair, kicking herself for not bringing a brush with her; it wasn't out of vanity that she liked to look her best, but because of her need for things to be clean, neat and organised. Looking around she began to look for visual trails, any sign that would indicate the way in which she had come, whilst she breathed in the scents around her looking for anything that could assist her in finding her way to an area she was more familiar with.
Clenching small hands into fists at her sides, she squashed the rising panic that threatened to once again overwhelm her and began walking it what she could only hope was the direction in which she had come from. As she walked she soon began to sing, the lyrics were nonsense, not connecting to one another or making any sense, but by singing she broke the silence, made her situation seem less scary as well as keeping herself relaxed and relatively calm.
Pausing by a tree she rested her palm lightly upon it's rough bark, head titled to look at the sky. Where am?
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