She was in her state of daydreaming.
It was her form of escape from the cold and empty reality of her life. Unlike her reality, her dream world was perfect. Everything was as she it to be. Her father was alive and hale. Annika and Amberly were still here with her, they were happily bickering and laughing. She wasn't the cursed lass a leg impediment and the villagers didn't despise her.
But most importantly – Zander had come back to her as he promised. She could still hear his voice whispering to her 'I'll always come to you'. She hadn't been keeping count of days but it must have been a month and some days and still there had been no sign of him.
