Is this all adulthood is? Irene wondered as she walked to the center of her family's practice yard, the dirt under her feet finally dry. Was growing up forcing yourself in one direction when your insides were screaming for another?
That morning, she wasn't there to practice. That much was evident as her plate armor clanked with each step.
While lost in thought, she found her legs taking her further until her boots met grass. She kept going until the grasses were long and fully concealing her legs.
Eventually, she stopped and turned back towards the house she grew up in. Her hands brushed through the long grasses, and she held a few still, only to see that the tips of them were budding. This field would be full of wildflowers soon. It was also her hint that it was time to go.
