<Only If For A Night> [Nettie/Clover]
Jan 19, 2012 23:35:15 GMT -5
Post by Lenoura on Jan 19, 2012 23:35:15 GMT -5
~I Threw My Arms Around Them~
[/color][/font][/size]The overwhelming smell of apples and earth, the traditional scents of an orchard. It filled the farm girl's nose and cast a forlorn aura about her. It was the winter, the season when apple growing took a break. Indeed the scent remained and permeated throughout the entire orchard, but the branches of each tree stood naked, almost eerie in the fading evening light.
Bailey buttoned the topmost buttons of her flannel and fixed her jeans so that they fit snugly in her leather work boots. The cold winter air bit at her cheeks and her nose was a light shade of pink near its rounded point. Thankfully the amber-eyed girl was akin to the differing weather that followed each season, and didn't mind the cold. To others wearing a flannel, a tank top underneath and jeans in the middle of winter screamed insane. Bailey didn't mind so much, she was indeed one with mother nature.
Where could they be? A faint smile appeared on her face and dimples framed either side of her round cheeks. Her excitement couldn't be contained, but she tried her best to remain relaxed. If she was caught in the orchard at such hours she was sure to be questioned by a peacekeeper, and it had always been a goal of hers to never have to deal with one throughout her entire human existence. Bailey was a hard worker and followed the rules. Of course there were a few exceptions; like tonight.
As she made her way down the line of frozen trees her amber eyes scanned her surroundings, hoping to see the faintest shadows moving. Surely tonight was the night that the three friends were meeting up. If I got the day wrong I will literally throw my head against one of these apple trees.
It was always a treat to see the two girls she had grown very close to. One was a fellow field worker, the other an orchard lover by night. That day they had all run into one another would remain in Bailey's memory forever; it was a recollection she cherished more than anything.
Suddenly she could swear she heard a noise to her right. She felt the instinct to want to call out, but thought otherwise. That wouldn't be a smart idea, her mind teased. Oh hush, she shot back, I wasn't actually going to shout out.
She inched her way closer to the spot where she swore she could hear the faintest whispering. Poking her head around a tree, her strawberry blonde hair framed her face in the evening light and landed with a swift breeze onto her shoulders.
She smiled.