Ren MerryWeather sighed to herself heavily, flicking the long brunette hair from equally dark eyes. She was seventeen years of age, and her 'Dear' parents had sent her off into the deeper dwelling of country to the Moonacre land. She would stay with numerous cousins in which she shared no emotional tie with at all. It was a spiteful punishment, to teach her to become a respectful lady who did as she was told, and ceased retorting to adults above her. Never going to happen. Her nature was fiery, and that was not to change soon.

She had admired the beautiful views with twinkling eyes, the summer air gently soaring around her. Brightly coloured flowers dazzled the senses, and her scarlet red lips curved into a gentle smile. She was quite petite in height, stunningly pretty, lightly tanned skin of an olive complexion. As stated, her brown hair was lengthy, and often swerved to cover one of her eyes. Also, there was a scar just above her top-lip (Which she was often teased about). She was a fearless girl, so, once she had been provided with a set of stern rules, she was excitedly keen to break them instantly.

Apparently, she was never to venture far from the grand Manor in which she now resides As the forest was a 'cruel' and 'dangerous' area. Big deal. A few masses of woodland was to cause an individual to feel fearful? She nearly laughed aloud at the theory.

When she gained even one moment to herself- In the late hours of the evening, the dim sun was setting in colours of scarlet and gold and the air smelt of kind woodsmoke, she vacated her new home to the forest in which she was banned to explore.

She cautiously stepped over creepers tangled to the soily ground, emerald green a canopy above her head. Trees almost reached out to her, shifting in the breeze with a rustle- or a whisper, as they shared secrets.

Her eyes darted around as she heard the hasty snap of a twig, and it became evident that she was not alone. A nervous rabbit was confined to some form of trap, obviously man-made.

She frowned to herself, forgetting her lone paranoia for a moment, and kneeling down in her expensive ember-orange dress to free the trapped creature.

"Poor thing..." she muttered distractedly.