forever lost

Cliff

As it neared the sunset of the first day, Cliff had made good time and progro with his mare, so good in fact that he predicted he'd arrive at the cozy, worn, cottage earlier than he expected. When the sunset , and it was too dark for cliff to see, he made camp and let his mare rest from the constant run she had endured all day. After he filled the lit of the hungry fire he sat back and looked around at the shedding trees and brown dirt that stained his clothes and inhaled the sweet scent of the summer air. Cliff guessed that he was only within miles of the cottage as he pulled out the painting and compared the surrounding images, both present, and paint, using the glow of the fire. After he carefully put away the painted scroll he settled j. and fell asleep within his head on the ground looking up into the canopy of the trees to see the stars that peeked out from behind the leaves and listened to the clicks and the pops of the nocturnal creatures that were living around him.

the next day when Cliff awake he saw smoke swirling above the trees not too far from his campsite. Curious as to who it could be and slightly hopefully that it was his lost princess. Hurriedly he packed away his things and guided his mare towards the swiveling smoke, determined to find the source of it. After about a mile or so Cliff and his mare came across a sand bar along the river and stopped to refill his water supply a d let his horse get a drink. Cliff was bent over the small pebbles that lined the clear waters edge and looked up when he heard a plash to big to be a fish. Down the sandbar not to far from where he was, was a women swimming in nothing but a thing, red, gown that clung to the shape of her body, and compliment ed her dark brown hair. She was clearly unaware of Cliff's presence and he used that to his advantage. As lightly and as quietly as he could, Cliff crept closer and closer and stopped when he was just out of eyesight. Being closer he was able to study her. She had a strong square jaw and thick, red, plumply lips that looked as if she had dipped them in the same dye as her gown. Cliff must have made some sort of noise because the sudden she stopped floating and stood there with the water cascading from her hair all around here like tiny water falls. Cliff was mesmerized my the water falling down the swells of her breasts. The women was u bothered by his presence, even having just caught this strange man ogling her, she wasn't I'll tempered.

"M'lady, what is your name?" Cliff asked clearing his throat.

She didn't say anything for a moment as she looked him up and down lying to decide if he was a good or a bad guy. He was tall with a strong stance and a scar that ran across his brow. He had long black hair that was tied back with a thing piece of leather and he was adorned with the royal colors and the crest of her people. seeing this she realized she could trust this man. Finally she grew bored of staring and told him.

"Gwen, Princess Gwenyth of Donchok."