A Long Way From Home Mar 21, 2011 15:44:37 GMT -5
Post by Lady Marian Engel on Mar 21, 2011 15:44:37 GMT -5
Ladies whom live int he country do not waste all hours of the night staring at stars! Those were her aunt's parting words from the night before, followed by the loving reminder that if you went to be early then you could arise early and then there would be no need to waste candles. Marian never grew angry, with her aunt for wanting her to be more like she was; she knew that her aunt simply did such because she loved her and wanted was was best for her.
Still, sometimes Marian longed for adventure and finding it in the maze was one of the best ways. It was the napping hour currently and the moment her aunt bid her a good afternoon and sought out her bed, Marian fled to the maze with book in her hand. When she found her hidden gazebo however, she could a little white bird there. She paused at the wooden door frame to wait for it to since her and flee but it never did. She took a few steps hesitantly closer but it only gave a small sound and breathed quicker.
Marian moved along the far wall so not to startle the small frightened animal as she tired to see if it was waiting for her to get closer before flying away. That was when she noticed it was hurt! It's wing was bent in a very wrong way! Marian gasped out as she saw it! OH NO! How horrible! Looking around she knew that if he stayed here then he could find no food, or worse one of her aunt's cats out find him! She set her book down slowly beside the bird and tired to gently lift him up on it so it could be used to carry him but it only cried out in pain.
Marian found tears slipping over her pale cheeks as she knew that the bird must have more wrong with it then a broken wing. It would not be able to survive out there for long but it sill have a better chance out there then in here! Maybe she could find a nest to put him near and other birds would take care of him!?
Lifting to book she turned to slowly and carefully walk the maze, so she could take him out of here and get him to his friends. As she got to the door that lead out she froze at the sight of the child in the door way. Not fearing a child she moved closer, her eyes and watery eyes taking in the sight of not a child but a man! A small little man who was blocking her way out. Marian stopped a many feet from the small man and wondered if she should speak or if he would leave after seeing that someone was here.