Her body immediately jerks into motion, catapulting itself into the forest and she starts to run. Cold fear drenches her body, threatening to seize her up but she pushes past it and runs as if the very devil was at her heels.
Distantly, she hears the excited ripple of elf voices and the sound of their horses as they give chase and she pumps her fists as she puts all of her energy into running. The forest grabs and rips at her, turning her gown into rags in seconds. The heavy dress does its best to hamper her and she lifts it up, her feet flying over the ground, panic beating at her heels. She has no idea where she is going but she knows that she must not be caught. Twigs rip into her skin, drawing blood and she grits her teeth against the whimper of pain that threatens to make it out of h
