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Genevieve finally had a chance to calm down when Aeden got all of the bugs out of her hair. She still felt things crawling on her, but that was just paranoia talking. She hated the crawling little buggers. She took in a deep breath. After searching for about an hour on the horses they finally came across a small creek. It wasn't deep, maybe only thigh level on Genevieve. She shrugged, "This'll do." She slid off of her horse and took off her shoes. She couldn't figure out how she was going to do this. Would she get two things done at once? Clean off her dress as well as herself? Of course that would be the way she'd have to go. She wasn't going to bathe with no clothes on.

She stuck her feet in the water to try it out. It circled her toes and a small giggle almost escaped her lips. She put her entire foot in and smiled at how relaxing the moving water felt against her ankle. Once she stepped all the way into the water she was shivering slightly from the sudden cold, but the water felt good. It did indeed only go thigh level. She took in deep breaths and then plunged under the water.
I feel like such a bad partner. I've been SO busy lately. I got a new kitten and my mom has been sick. I'm so sorry for not posting as much as I should. I'm neglecting you ._. I'm gonna try REALLY hard to start posting more. Lets make the game a little more interesting, yeah? That way instead of forgetting to get online when I'm busy I just can't wait until I can see your post. (Which was what it was like at the beginning.)

First of all, travel and inner conflict is going to get annoying to write about every single post. We need some outer conflict going on for the characters. Maybe they are found, but manage to fight their way out? Nah. Never mind that sounded stupid because they'd lose all of their gear. Hmmmm. We could always do a time skip ahead a week or two. That way they've made a significant dent in their travels. Maybe they go to an Inn for one night then the next morning they see wanted posters and they need to get away from there as fast as possible in case anyone recognized them. I also have an idea for that: What if there is only one bed in all of the rooms at the inn. Aeden says he'll stay on the floor, but Genevieve won't allow him to because he has dark circles under his eyes. Tension folks, it makes the world go round. hahahah. Anyways. Yeah. Just spitting out some drama ideas ^_^ I think I might also have Genevieve have a breakdown the night after that. Like she is just gonna lose it and start sobbing and shaking. Maybe i'll throw in some hyperventilating. The whole shebang. xD
"Yelling my name through the forest is only going to accomplish those that are looking for us to actually find us, Aeden." she stood and wiped the leaves off of the back of her dress. Her face was pale and her hair riddled with dirt and leaves. She felt awful and she knew this translated into her appearance as well. "We need to formulate a plan." She muttered as she began walking back towards the horses, "Either we go back or we go far away. I know which you'll pick, but please take it into consideration. I'm sure there is still time to get there and get my mother out. No matter the consequences."

She realized what she was saying was impossible and highly dangerous. She frowned and ran a hand through her hair. Her hand came away with various objects, including a small bug crawling around. Her eyes grew wide and she suppressed a scream, "I need...I need a pond...or something. I Have bugs in my hair!! BUGS!" She began shaking out her hair wildly with her hands. She could now feel things crawling around up there and it made her silently go crazy on the inside.
Genevieve did everything she could to ignore Aeden. She didn't know why, but she felt this resentment towards him deep inside her. He had been the one that agreed to her mother's request and dragged her off. She laid down and closed her eyes, but her demons didn't allow her to fall asleep. For hours she just laid there with her eyes closed as the fire danced before her shut eyelids. They seemed more alluring with her eyes closed then when they were wide open. She finally did fall asleep sometime in the night when the fire disappeared, but she woke very early in the morning with a crink in her neck.

She sat up suddenly and wiped the grogginess from her eyes. SO it hadn't been one huge nightmare. She was half-fae and her mother was dying that very morning. She stood up quietly so she wouldn't wake Aeden up and walked out of the cave. She walked for a few minutes and then sat down with her back against a tree.
Genevieve walked into the cave behind him and began to brush away some of the leaves. She picked them up and put them into the fire to help for kindling. She had no idea if the dry things would help the flames, but it was either that or walking outside and throwing them on the ground. She sat down and leaned back against the wall. She closed her eyes as she took a few deep breaths. She was so tired and her thoughts were driving her completely nuts. What was her mother doing at the moment? She was she already dead or were they preparing her for a nighttime execution? Or was she still sitting in that lonely and damp cell thinking about the daughter that had abandoned her. There was nothing to do and this made the Princess' heart hurt.

The worst part was she should have stayed back and fought. Surely she could have gotten her mother out and made a break for it...right? She ran a hand through her hair and then stared at the small fire before her.
As they rode through the night Genevieve began to want to go back. Her mother would die if she was not already killed. How could she leave her mother like that? Silent tears rolled down her face. Soon it was to dark outside for them to continue on, "Lets stop." she whispered. They then spent an hour trekking through the woods until they found a good hiding spot. A small cave embedded in the side of the mountain. She quickly dismounted and stood near the mouth, "do you think its safe?" she asked.
Genevieve gulped and ran a hand through her messy hair, "O-okay." She whispered. At this point it was allow her mother to die or die with her. It wasn't much of a choice and she knew Aeden wouldn't let her go back regardless. "Lets go. Just my horse. They won't notice if only one is gone. I think." She shook her head as she mounted the horse. She was scared and it was hard for her to not shake with it. She was leaving behind everything and allowing her mother to die. She felt like she had betrayed her mother even though the woman had insisted they leave her there.
Genevieve nodded and walked over to her bookshelf. She smiled slightly as she pulled on one of the books. It caused the bookshelf to pop open. "Help me." She said as she pulled it open. It was a heavy bookcase. Before descending into the darkness she grabbed a candle and lit it. She then began to walk down the steps that would eventually lead to a long passageway under the ground.Once they walked across the tunnel Genevieve opened a trap door. When they emerged they were in the stables. The stable boy gave her a look.

"Don't call for the guards." She said, "They don't need to know we were here. Just grabbing my horse." She held her hand out and the boy took it to pull her up. She turned and pulled Aeden up as well. She found her horse and put the saddle on it. She then turned to Aeden, "Are you sure we can't save her?"

(Its okay. This is one of those parts of a story when shorter posts are needed. xD))
Genevieve followed him silently. She felt so numb that it was hard to think straight. She would grab a few of her most cherished items, two or three dresses, and some jewels to sell later on. Once they arrived in her room she took one last look around and began to grab things. She took her brush and her hand mirror off of the vanity. She stuffed them into a bag and then grabbed a few books off of her book shelf. She opened her jewelry box and took her mother's locket, her opal ring, and a diamond necklace out. She couldn't possibly sell the locket or the ring, but the necklace would go for a lot at a jeweler.

She opened her wardrobe and grabbed her thickest riding cloak and also her thinnest cloak. She knew she may need them. For now she wrapped the thinnest cloak around her shoulders. It was still fall and winter wouldn't come for another few months. She then grabbed a few of her plainest dresses. "Lets go then." She muttered as she took one last glance around her room. She grabbed one last thing: a music box that had been sent to her by someone anonymous. The reaction that her mother had gotten from it made Genevieve think that maybe it had been from her father. She stuffed it in the bag.
Genevieve stared at her mother in shock, "NO! I will never forgive either of you, give me the keys!!" But then it was to late and she was being dragged away, "Mom!!" She yelled as she still tried to struggle. Tears streamed down her face as she realized they had no other choice. The guards would make sure to put someone down in the cells to keep anyone away from them now. So she stopped struggling and ran with him, "Can we stop by my room? There is a secret passageway in there only my mom and I knew of so if anyone checks there we can go into it. I need some of my things."

She felt broken and beaten. All she wanted to do was crawl into her own bed and sleep away the nightmare of the day.
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