Alora was crouched on the ground, hands wrapped around her legs and her chin sulking on her knees. She swayed left and right with her lower lip jutted out in a pout. Her eyes moved in all directions, as if scanning the area from where she sat would make her purse ascend into the air and fly to her.
At least the moon looked really pretty tonight, said the pond to Alora's eyes. The water rippled because of the wind, momentarily fragmenting the moon before bringing it together again.
Alora could have ventured deeper into the grounds, where they had been in the evening, but she was almost terrified to do it all by herself. If her spiral were to start, she'd be too alone to be discovered until it was too late.
A chill of goosebumps ran across her skin.
Alora got up, heard someone screaming, and jumped out of her slippers— in fear.
