Light chirps from the bird's nest near the window helps ease her anxious mind. Quietly as best she can, she continues packing her belongings, what little there is. Mouthing to herself the list of items she needs, she moves back and forth in her quaint room. A little bit of elf bread, extra clothing and wait, where did she put her quiver? The little elven girl bends down to look under her bed, flinching hearing the floorboard make the smallest sound. She reminds herself to take a deep breath in and out before reaching for her quiver under the frame.
The sun hasn't come up yet but the once dark sky began to show the subtle color change at the horizon. While she wants to be quick, it is more important for her to keep quiet. She mustn't let the others know that she is up, despite knowing soon they will wake up. The large family of farmers would be up soon to start their morning ritual, the baby sister in tow… except not this time.
She wraps her feet in cloth bandings to keep her footsteps light and quick. With the last of her items put away, her bow slid on her lithe frame to hold in place. This was it. She breathed in deeply but forgot to spill it all back out. What would they think? Would they still love her? Would they forgive her? How upset would she be? All the air rushed out her lungs when she held in too long and she had to take deep breaths again.
No hesitation, it would be now or never!
She walked out of her room, gently closing the door and stood in the slender hallway; pensively she glanced over at her brothers' doors close to her own. Even though time was working against her, she felt a prick of pain in her chest. Not even a goodbye but they would know. Out of everyone, she knew they would know and understand. She leaned over, and kissed each of the closed doors gently before making her way down the stairs.
Some steps made that 'cree-EEAK' sound as she put weight on the old wooden boards. Pulling her bottom lip in, she tried to hold back any nervous sounds she may escape. Anytime a board made noise, her thoughts would conspire with them. 'Terr-EEBLE daughter,' 'Unfitt-TING bride,' 'Awf-ULL child,' her mind tormented her. As she neared the last steps, her ears perked up slightly. One of the door's upstairs opened. Her heart picked up in speed; at first her feet were still but as she heard the murmurs from one of her brother's, she leapt of the last few steps and made for the door.
Leaving the door open, she ran for the traveled dirt road that would lead outside the small village—all while the first light of daybreak illuminate the sky in warm colors, fading away the dark night.
Leaning against the doorway, one of the brothers watched her make her get away. The tired, shaggy dark-haired boy curled his lips into an amused smile. "See you later, Unae."