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Zarinna's chest heaved heavily as she heard the man speaking with the other guys in the water. He spoke to them in Applai to which she had a hard time understanding. Her head swirled in circles as she thought; confusion and shame engaging in a tug of war in her mind.
What in the world should I do?
The question ringed in her head. She drew a deep breath, pondering in her mind the situation she was trapped in. In a split of a second, her feet seemed to move on their own, instinctively stepping away from where she stood, away from them. With much care (and tension), Zarinna made her way behind the bushes, thankful to see another pathway that she hoped would take her anywhere away from sight. It would be such a shame to face that man again, regardless of how kind he was.
Without much thought, Zarinna followed the pathway, hoping it would eventually lead her somewhere near her Uncle's lawn. She walked away frantically, thankful of the warmth and covering that the Ules gave as it clung on to damp skin. She felt her grip on the fabric tighten as she saw familiar signs of the environment, the pathway she took earlier to get to the spring occupied her vission.
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Oh, thank you, God!
She screamed in silence. It seemed that the pathway she took was a long cut, it probably just went around the spring and towards her Uncle's Lawn. She stepped over the wooden fence behind her cottage quickly, caring less about anything than getting herself in the in side of her walls.
Relief surged her heart as she ran towards the door, thankful that no one met her along the way, exposing her shame. The sun was almost completely gone, and the skies glowed bright red. A shiver ran down her spine as she eagerly opened the door and stepped inside. For a moment, Zarinna felt complete relief overflow in her being.
"Oh thank you, Jesus... "she whispered in gratitude, her palms gently tapping her chest as her back leaned against the door. She bit her lip aggressively, the memory of the kind man flooding back to her mind.
