My face hit the solid ground, scraping my knees against the little rocks. I bet it's going to leave a bruise.
Trying to catch my breath, I heard Circe's voice echo.
It's been a day. You have to camp somewhere.
"I know Circe, but we need a body of water."
Can you at least take a break? Let's have lunch. You are fatigued.
Sighing, I look for a large root to sit on. Even if my baggage where light as a feather, my legs still give out. Who knew a woman who doesn't participate in the Kingdom's pack run, has been walking for a day with few stops?
Looking at the pants I have been wearing, I've been lucky that it's still intact. I won't have wounds on my knees but bruises. The tree gave a perfect shelter from the heat, the cool wind blew providing fresh air, and it smelled like the leaves of pine trees.
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