Laira walked around in the room. from left to right, to the door and back to the window, reapeating this circle multible times.
patience and sitting still have never been two good points of Laira, and they probaby would never be. The problem was, she could not go and explore, for there was a little creature watching her. His eye's following her every movement, every blink made Laira aware that she was trapped here. A guest, but not welcomed. Again she stood at the window and noticed that there was ivy growing around it. Taking a part of the plant in her hands she let her hands trail down the long veins it had. Strong enough to hold a human.
was she going to escape.... Laira was not sure about it. But it did not seem like the summer king was going to either show up or summon her and have a talk with her. No, she needed to take her fate in her own hands again. Laira was done waiting and took the decicion. Now she only had to ditch her guard, how little he might be, if he told on her she would be captured for sure. And for sure, her title as 'guest' would fall away.
Then she remembered, Salamanders cannot stand sudden temprature changes. She only needed to find somethign cold that could stunn him for a short while. After all she did not wanted to hurt the little fae. She searched around the room, making it seem like she was curiosly looking at everything. She soon found a hand mirror, the surface as cold as springtime water. Acting Like she had just made the grandest discover ever, Laira made her way to the salamander and sat down besides him.
''I am sorry'' Liara said as she lifted the salamander on the surface of the miror, watching the cold blooded animal lose the warmth he O so needed. Without a moments hesitation Laira made her way to the window and used the ivy to climb down. She rushed out of the palace, having no real idea where she might be going. All she knew that the further she got away from the summer palace, the better it was for her. she ran and ran, until.....
The soft crying of a child made her stop in her tracks. It was hard to pinpoint but Laira decided to follow it anyway. She was after all cursed with a curiosety that would surly become the nail on her coffin one day. She soon came by a small ravine, the cryin echoing through the walls. She followed the heart wrenching sound until she saw a speck of gold on the bottem. There, covered in bruises and dirt, sat a litte girl with golden hair. She was the one that cried for help.
'''Don't worry little girl, you are not alone anymore!'' Liara called as she seaced for a way down. She found one, but it was rather steep. Laira slid down the rocky surface, feeling her green dress rip. She would have to mend it later.
''shhhhh shhhhh, little one. It will be alright. May I take look at you knee, have the mean rocks hurt you?'' Liara said as she carefully approached the girl.
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