Elf+stor

There was a girl sitting there, on her own. She was silent as she sat and thought of the many things girls tend to think of. Her shocking red hair caught in the wind, and the sharp green eyes which so often accompanied such a vivid shade of red where tightly shut. She sat, dreaming of the lands she believed to be imaginary. Of the soft green fields, abundant with wils flowers, the sparkling stream running through a cool magical forest, the sheer beautiy and simplicity of a little white, thatched roof cottage sitting in the middle of such an enchanting place. She didn't hear anything around her, she couldn't, she was so caught up in the land of which her thoughts so often drifted to. She oculden't hear the crashing waterfall, a little way up the river, she couldn't hear the splash of the small fox which drank fomr said river next to her and she couldn't hear sounds of her little siblings climbing trees behind her.