Out of the Woods [Cyrus/Lavender] Mar 16, 2013 1:52:47 GMT -5
Post by The Sidhe on Mar 16, 2013 1:52:47 GMT -5
The weather was determined to be as juxtaposed with the current demeanor of the townspeople as possible. The sun shone brightly down upon the town, illuminating it in the shimmering golden light that came with spring time. The usually dark looking forest seemed almost pleasant and far less ominous than it did during the colder times of the year. The sun and recent rains made everything vibrantly green, giving the entire place a lively feel. The houses consisted of several stories for the most part, looking more like old apartments made of a stone ground floor and wooden upper stories. Every shutter was closed, even in the case of the shops.
Cobblestones paved the roads and pathways, not that there were many cars. For most part everyone was walking although it would be a sight indeed to spy a child. There weren’t many left anymore, not in Zeil anyway. Several of the adults were huddled outside the town’s only bar, whispering to each other of the missing little ones that had been snatched right from under their noses. Some expected an old myth, other believed there were dealing with someone from within the town, but none of them could really know for sure and that had everyone on edge. It could be their neighbor, their brother, their best friend. They had no way of knowing who or indeed what was taking their children from them.
A good number of people were dressed in black. Many a child had turned up as little more than a withered corpse over the last few weeks. Gretel’s mother was no different, having donned a black dress for several days to show her grief for her children being taken from her. There was no sign of her son Hansel, but she could only assume the worst. Gretel hadn’t seen her brother in quite some time. She tugged gently on her mother’s skirts only to be ignored. She was too busy weeping at the window she’d shared with Hansel to notice her apparently. Fine then, she’d walk to the square by herself. Hugging the melancholy woman around the shoulders, Gretel tried to give her hope,
“Mach dir keine sorgen, mama, hilfe ist auf dem weg. Sie werden die anderen finden, du wirst sehen.“
((Don’t worry, mama, help is on the way. They’ll find the others, you’ll see.))
She earned no response from her mother. Gretel sighed and spared her one last glance before wandering silently out of the house. She never seemed to be able to get her attention anymore no matter how hard she tried. Outside she was glad it was so bright. It would make the upcoming trek through the woods easier. She hoped those students that were supposed to be on their way didn’t mind a bit of a walk. Gretel had seen the bad thing a ways in amongst the trees so they would need to search pretty hard. She was sure she remembered where it was, though! There was a marker, she’d been smart and placed it there! With any luck, the rains hadn’t washed it away.
Despite the sun, the little girl still felt cold. It wasn't as though she wasn't dressed properly for the early spring. A red dress with a skirt that puffed out around her with traditional town detailing about the hem. Her coat was just heavy enough and the black boots were more to be sure that she didn't stain her white tights running through the mud. Rubbing her hands together, Gretel tried to breathe into them to warm herself a bit but to no avail. Pouting, she made her way towards the middle of the square at a fairly brisk pace. She didn’t want to be late after all! Blonde hair flying behind her in the form of two long braids, her blue eyes kept an eye out for anyone she didn’t know. The town was small so she would recognize anyone who could be the students just by not recognizing them. She found that ironic in a humorous sort of way and giggled a bit, kicking up her heels as she ran. Gretel couldn’t help but be excited. The situation may have been dire, but with their help she could find her brother and her mother would stop crying! She knew he was alive, she just needed to find him!
Reaching the square, Zeil really wasn’t much in terms of interesting things to look at. There were a few vendors selling tourist items from old wooden carts and there was a small fountain in the middle of brightly colored tiles, all with a different design for each family that had lived or still inhabited Zeil. Gretel skipped over them in twos, pausing by the fountain’s side and seating herself promptly. Looking around, she didn’t see anybody yet that she hadn’t seen almost every day since she was born. Rummaging through her coat pocket, she could have sworn she had change to toss into the water to make a wish. Maybe she’d dropped it running away the other day. No matter, Hansel would be safe no matter what. He was her little brother, and with the help of these students she could save him!
Looking out, the forest was in very plain view. The Black Forest was vast and at times treacherous, but Gretel had played in it since she was old enough to walk. She knew the paths like the back of her hand. The sun that shone down and illuminated the vast expanses of green made the looming trees several stories high seem not so intimidating at all. A small smile ghosted over her lips. They’d find Hansel for sure.