Fading Mist
A/N: Here is the fourth in my drabble series about the SA&D crowd! This one is a little out of order; it's for Titty, not Susan. I hope you enjoy!
She sat down by the little waterfall in Swallowdale and watched the misty fog dissipate over the hills.
Titty Walker was sixteen and life stretched out before her like a winding road, she thought dreamily. And the mists are fading —who knows what lies ahead?
I may grow up, but I don't ever think I'll stop dreaming, she continued her train of thought. The dreams will just change, but I don't think that's bad.
Her mind roved back through her memories. First, the dreams had been about princesses and brave knight that were the stuff of fairytale. Slowly, this had changed to dreaming tales about brave explorations and adventures, which had grown in complexity and depth as the years went by.
Princess Rosalind, Sir Edward, King Peter, Keria Pensly, Peter Duck...the list went on and on, people she had grown to love and let go as the years went on.
Now, there wasn't really a shadow dream she cared for much. Does that really bother me? She asked herself reflectivity, dabbling her hands in the waterfall.
No, it does not, because...Dick...
There were better things ahead, she decided. Romance...maybe children...
Titty Walker arose and walked away as the last mists cleared away and the late afternoon sun shone through once more on old Swallowdale.