<Turkish Delight>
New member
Arla sat down a stump far out of view. She began to cry. She picked a nearby flower and put it in her hair.
Merry-
Finding his feet moving faster than he believed they could, Merry swiftly made his way in the direction Arla had ran. The sun was now setting over the hills and the sky was a mixture of bright orange and pastel pink. Night was falling soon upon the land. Catching a quick glimpse of himself in a nearby stream, Merry shuttered. Though he had been healed of the pain, the bruises and gashes still remained. But that did not bother him too much, as long as he didn't feel them. Stopping a moment to catch his breath, Merry called,
"Arla? Arla?!? Are you out here?"