Come, Cynthia. There is not much time. The faster we are, the better it will be.
Cynthia peeked into the entryway before creeping forward. The stained glass windows barely glowed in pre-dawn light. She glanced behind her at the faint sound of servants preparing breakfast. Taking a deep breath, she smoothed the ruffled pinafore she had put on in haste. The pink glass of the door's window cast rosy light onto her as she reached for the handle. Muscles tensed as she prepared to hear her mother’s terse voice when she opened the door, but bird songs were the only sound to greet her. As the door clicked shut, she let out the breath she had been holding.
A cobblestone walkway stretched out from the veranda to the cast iron gates. The dusty road that had brought them from Lyney lay behind it, shadowed by a grassy hill.
Over the hill, Cynthia.
She looked towards the stables. “Shouldn’t I get a horse first?”
There is no time.
The morning chill washed over her as she stepped into the yard. She ran to the gates surprised to find them unlocked. She ignored the house behind her, hoping she would be ignored in turn if spotted.
The hill towered above her and appeared steeper than it had from the veranda.
In the barn. Waiting.
Minutes later, she was lying in the hay, staring at the barn ceiling, listening to his snoring. The faster we are, the better it will be. Yeah, right. Shoulda gone with the horse.
Opening: Sephina.....Continuation: Anon.