@Herooftwilight

It was late, probably too late. Her father would ground her for ages had he known she had snuck out. Either way, she made her way up the path to the treehouse, her barefeet making no noise as she went. She hauled herself up the ladder and rapped lightly on his door. Her feet rocked back and forth as she waited for a response. After a few moments, she knocked again. “Probably sleeping,” she mumbled to herself.

  1. herooftwilight reblogged this from greeneyeddaughter and added:
    He kept up his running, almost catching up with her before deciding to take a little detour through the trees, rather...
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    She nimbly sped through the woods, making a break for the spring. She heard of him run after her and catch up rather...