“Where are you off to now?” Darcie’s father asked as she ran up to him, a giddy smile on her face.
“To the western wood, to tend the orchard, as always father.”
“You be careful, I want you around for the harvest.” He said jokingly.
“I promise.” She said as she leaned in close, kissing him on the cheek.
With that, she ran out of the house and into the open farmland. Her hair unfurled in the breeze, each lock flowing freely in the wind. She felt much the same. She was free. She could go wherever she wished, be with whomever she wished. But there was only one she wished to be with. And she knew where he lived.