[color=f49ac2][center][h2]Aaranya Singh[/h2][/center][/color]

Aaranya's heart beat faster at the woman's question. She was seen! The voice sounded shaky... was the quake of fear or fury? Either one could be likely. She also heard people moving, waking and walking inside the shop on which she sheltered. It was stupid, [i]stupid[/i] to walk this road -- everyone would see!

And, of course, there were no voices to goad her on in this time they could actually be helpful. Aaranya had to be her own voice of fearful force.

[i]Run, NOW![/i]

Aaranya burst from her hiding place, supposedly dead girl sprinting for her life, attire whirling down the street like a lily in a hurricane.

[@Vampiretwilight]