It is cold inside….

….. but dry and she feels only little draft. She sighs while sitting down on a small rock but there is no rest yet. “outch” She winces as she gets hit by a little fist. A little fierce face comes up behind the rock. Zara can only see long light hair braided into two long strands and eyes that kind of shine in the darkness. “Who are you?!!! And were is my dog?!” Zara asks. “She is not your dog she is mine!” “Excuse me?!” The little face sneaks closer and and becomes a strong dark skinned girl. Her dress used to be of fabulous quality but hangs in rags around her. She is coming close holding her fist up into Zara’s face…..


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