Post by ciara on Sept 15, 2019 18:31:04 GMT
 |  september 2019 Walking down the old, worn out asphalt road, Ciara breathed in the musty scents of the elderly yews, succumbing to the sharp autumn breeze. The olivegreen trousers were worn from jungle walking, hill climbing and desert riding, and the trusty riding boots made creaky sounds with every step. It felt surreal being back in her own country again, after the six years of traveling. She was no longer the confused, rebellious eighteen year old girl who left. She'd become an ambitious, powerful woman. One ready to step into the very same responsibility she fled from. |