Written in 2016
UNEDITED

POV Ian
I yelp in surprise. I never expected to find a girl in what was like my backyard. I toe the ground by her side, pulling back my head. When she didn't move I boldly tapped her foot, jumping back like the coward I really am. Still she didn't move. Peering down at the girl I glance at Salir who waited quietly watching me for a command. "Is she dead?" I wondered aloud. As soon as I said it I felt like an idiot. The slight rise and fall of her chest should have been enough of a hint. Her chest. I blush as I accidentally stare at the girl sleeping form. For the first time I really see her. Her honey straw hair rippled in beautiful waves flowing down her back and cover part of her face. I smile at the lock of hair that it caught in her mouth. I check myself, I shouldn't relax my guard. Not be aware could lead to death out here on the forest. Everyone knew that, so why was she napping here like it was her bedroom not on guard or watching her surroundings. Granted there have been a few times I have decided to take a nap out here, but not without Salir being close. Her clothes were made for traveling, leather boots that had steel bottoms her tight pant that while they did show off her figure a great a deal were well suites for long hours of walking in hot weather. Her long sleeve shirt was surprising, not because it was long sleeves, long sleeves were good for protecting the skin from the sun's harsh rays. No what was surprising was that it was a fresh white. A type of white that new shirts hold there were no tares in it and no sign of it being washed in rivers or stream and being caked in dust. The girl shifted in her sleep and I leap away putting some distance between us. I release a breath when she doesn't move again. I scan the trees looking for potential threats before glancing back at the girl. Again I am surprised, part of her short had rolled up during her shift in position. The raise sleeve exposed her akin which was a rare shade of gold. I gasp as the realization that she was an escapee.

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