Under the cut. Oh, and xhecticbankaix needs to write the other bits to these.
Innocent Eyes.
By Elizabeth Fox.
Mary Ramley rarely ever entered towns. She was used to the villages of Wales as she’d been settled there since she first fell through the rift. As it was now she was forced into town, clearly terrified and a little timid.
Her long brown hair fell in a vaguely messy style, her brown-grey eyes misting as she looked around and realised she was completely lost. Terror had her shaking and she had headed towards the hub. The hub that was now gone. Shaking took her over then and she found herself struggling to breathe, the panic attack taking her over.
“Hey, easy…”
A soft and kind voice from nearby sounded and a hand gripped her arm, steadying her as she sat on the roadside, tears sliding down her face even as she looked up at the… the soldier? She guessed the woman was a soldier at any rate.
“I’m sorry miss.”
Her accent was softly welsh, her tone trembling.
“Are you okay?”
The strange woman seemed to be caring at least and Mary found herself nodding slightly, shyly.
“I will be Miss.”
“Johnson… or Louise… not Miss.”
“Louise?”
“Yeah… what’s your name?”
Johnson’s soft question was seemingly sweet and kindly asked.
“Mary, Mary Ramley.”
Johnson looked a lot like Mary herself, but also not and she found herself warming to the woman a little.
“Sweet name for a sweet girl.”
“Miss?”
“What did I tell you Mary?”
“Sorry… Louise…”