Sep 03 2015, 12:51 PM
There was little grace in solitude. Alone, her anxieties manifested into tangible beings, full of teeth and shadows and fear. Wobbling, she limped along, looking for her friends. They'd wandered off days ago and now she couldn't find them. So, when the panic of being abandoned outweighed the trepidation of the unknown, she set off in the direction they took, wary for what lay ahead.
The journey seemed endless to the freshly hatched creature and by the time she reached a break in the tunnel her legs throbbed painfully. Sticking her nose into the room, she sniffed the air. A heady, earthen sent filled her lungs. Intoxicated, she stepped into the wide, gaping space. Wanting to feel the comfort of greenery, she cast her first, delicate spell.
The room alighted with faint, shimmering green. Tillie blinked, mystified, her apprehension quelled by the beauty of the gentle glow.