You decide for me. I clutch my familiar stone in my hand letting it leave an impression of its' carved features.
I slip my shrug onto my shoulders, the chiffon fabric not easing the chill by much and the wind still slicing like razors into my skin. My dress billows in the self-created maelstrom of my broom, my eyes stinging and watering, blurring the crystal clear borders of everything around me.
I am free. Madame will never catch me again. Goodbye, orphans. Goodbye, Ciarius, my love. And most importantly, goodbye, captivity.
I soar over the town, the ocean glinting darkly in the moonlight behind me and my familiar confined within the stone on my necklace. I speed faster and faster, determined to defy my future. Whatever Madame Scarlette could have foretold for me will change, I am sure of it.
Noir, beware, I am coming for you faster than you or any of your lackeys could have ever imagined.
I land, the forest swallowing all traces of my arrival. I can tell someone has been following me, at least until I got here.
Enali, my familiar leaps out of her stone, summoned by an accidental touch. Go hunt for us, I tell her. She bounds away with the usual lithe foxiness and sureness of where she places her paws.
I put my cloak on, and then climb up the nearest tree to watch out for Madame's seekers. It's not long before my eyelids begin to droop closed and the rising sun wakes me. Perhaps it was my imagination that someone was behind me, after all, I never got much sleep, if any at all.
I call my familiar back to me, and she sticks out her tongue slightly at me. A rabbit is placed on my lap, and I stroke her fur along her spine down to smooth silkiness.
