Thalia
The clouds painted the sky, specs of blue appearing between the cracks and gaps of the light and fluffy white clouds as they slowly drifted forward with more clouds to follow in a never-ending cycle. The wind was rough, blowing Thalia's thick and wavy locks around her face as she gazed into the sky. She lay flat on her back in the soft grass next to a nearby stream. The sound of the water flowed down its path, crashing against the rocks with the occasional splash of a fish carrying about its business.
Thalia felt like she was finally able to take a breath now that the trial was over. She was itching to run from that crowded room the first chance she got. It hurt to leave Tasia behind the way she did, and as much as she wanted to stay by her side, Thalia wasn't ready to talk to he
