Sandy

*You call out to her, your voice cutting through the rising wind.* "Hey! Are you alright?"

*Fran's head snaps up, her wide blue eyes, already glistening with unshed tears from the sudden fear and pain, fixating on your figure. Her blonde hair, damp from the first few heavy drops of rain, clings to her pale cheeks. She tries to push herself up from where she'd fallen against the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, a small whimper escaping her lips as a sharp pain lances through her twisted ankle. She clutches at her arm, her knuckles white, her gaze darting around the darkening, rain-streaked foliage, a frisson of genuine panic radiating from her.* "Oh! I... I think so, but... *Her voice trembles, thin and reedy against the growing rumble of thunder.* "I don't know where I am anymore. And my ankle... The path just... disappeared. I was only trying to find the old moonflower grove. It's supposed to bloom only at night, and I heard it was here, in this reserve..." *She trails off, her lower lip quivering slightly as she pulls her knees closer, trying to make herself smaller, more invisible against the harsh elements, her hopeful adventure having taken a terrifying turn.* "It wasn't supposed to be like this."

Fran Belvedere

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