Stitch in Time𓃒 𝐉. 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝑉𝐼. 𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑤𝑎𝑦

Roselyn woke up with a small groan, her eyes squinting to adjust to the amount of light that was beaming over her. After a few moments, the white-haired woman could finally open her eyes the whole way. Her blue eyes latched onto very green leaves above her, and she frowned.

She was sure that the last time she checked, the trees didn't hover over the stones. Rolling to her side, she placed her hands underneath her, only to feel fabric and she scrunched her nose as she looked down.

Recognising the pattern to be Claire's blanket that she had around herself before they consciousness and she looked to her left to spot her friend, still passed out.

Frowning, the woman sat up, pushing herself into a standing position soon after. Her gaze travelled all around them, only finding the place to be greener from the last time she was awake. "Everything is so different, yet still the same," she informed herself, taking a step off of the blanket and onto the grass.

Before she had touched the stones, the trees and grass were a dull green colour, like they were sad on how the world had changed, but now it was a very vibrant green, a happier version of itself. Roselyn found out that she liked this shade of green better than the previous one.

Her confusion only bubbled up as Claire let out a groan as she too started to come back into reality. "You're awake," Roselyn breathed out in relief, crouching next to the black-haired female as Claire looked at her with confusion.

"Rose? What's going on?" The blue-eyed female shrugged her shoulders to the question she was asked, helping the other up to her feet. "Whatever happened, they took our basket." Scratching the back of her head, Roselyn looked around the scenery once more.

"Now we certainly have no food if we were to find our way back," she said, her stomach rumbling as if on cue. It was strange that someone took to stealing their food instead of seeing if they didn't need help. It would've certainly looked weird to find two passed out women in front of Craigh Na Dun.

Especially with what happened the night before, Roselyn was sure someone would have been logical enough. "Where's Inverness?" When Roselyn didn't answer, Claire's expression dropped to concern and taking off in one direction.

"Claire, what are you doing?"

Racing after the woman, the soldier could feel the wind blow around her, not that she could really feel it, but she continued after her friend. Roselyn caught up to her, slowing down when she did. The older one out of the two looked left and right, expecting to find something.

"Where's the road? Where's the car?" Claire asked, Roselyn's brain swirling with the impossible idea of someone taking it all away. Doing a full circle around the place and finding nothing to go by, Claire ran a hand through her hair before heading off in a simple direction and Roselyn couldn't help but follow.

"Where are we going?" Roselyn asked, keeping pace with the other person, who only shrugged her shoulders. "We are going to try and find some form of civilisation." They kept going in that direction, making their way up small hills.

After a while, Roselyn pulled off her shoes, annoyed at the fact she would get stuck or held back every few seconds. "God, I hate shoes," she mumbled, ducking under a branch that was going to hit her in the face.

"You do realise that we are lost, and don't mention confused about where we are right now, and all you care about is your shoes hurting your feet?"

The woman could only shrug in response. She had nothing to say to that statement other than just living in the moment. The soft feeling of the grass brushing against her bare feet was a lovely feeling, something she'd never want to stop experiencing, but she knew she would have to put those horrid shoes back on eventually.