Eli’s stay was now guaranteed, but something made her stomach flutter tonight. She was meeting Valerie later and the thought left her with much anticipation and nervousness at the same time. Islinda knew how risky this could be and had to be careful.
That was why she left for bed early knowing her stepmother and daughters would be bored with her absence. She was often their source of entertainment since Remy and Lillian do not often see eye to eye, bickering like children instead.
Remy was all brawls without brains while Lillian was the smart, and sly one.
Hence she often looked down on her older sister, thinking her foolish. But Remy has a lot of pride and could not stand her attitude. So they often end up in arguments.
This was why Islinda preferred Remy’s wrath over her younger sister. With Remy, her punishment was expected and it was usually physical. She would likely reach for whatever object closest to her and hurl it at her or beat her up. But Lillian was a good pretender and took her time planning her revenge, dealing both physical and psychological blows. It was wise to walk on eggshells around her.
So Islinda waited patiently until the whole family went to bed. As soon as the clock struck twelve, Islinda pulled the duvet aside and rose from the bed. However, she leaned over and waved a hand over Eli’s face to make sure that he was asleep. He did not react and a soft snore came from his lips instead. She then spread the duvet over him and put on her coat over her nightgown against the cold.
Before she left, Islinda picked up her lantern and boots and slowly made her escape. Her feet were soft and careful against the floor and when she came to the entrance, unlocked the door very slowly and made her escape.
The moon was a half crescent in the sky and Islinda lifted her lantern, peering out into the darkness in case she missed something. Her village was a peaceful one and did not need wardens, their services were quite costly. Instead, their young men offered to patrol the village once in a while.
It wasn’t until Islinda walked far away from home that she put on her boots, her feet beginning to freeze. The snow, a soft crunch beneath her boots as she continued her journey. While other ladies would have been scared to make such a journey late at night, the same could not be said for Islinda.
During summer, she sometimes left very early in the morning to check up on her traps. Moreover, she was not close to the divider and had nothing to fear. Perhaps, she was foolishly brave to move at midnight, but this was a sacrifice she had to make for Valerie.
It was a smooth journey, having met no one so far and Islinda was able to relax when she arrived at the meadow. She started on the cleared path when a twig suddenly cracked behind her and she whirled around so quickly she felt dizzy.
Since it was the dead of the night, her ears picked up the sound clearly and she lifted her lantern, peering into the darkness once more. The coast was clear. No one was in sight. Perhaps, it was a small rodent veering for warmth, it was winter after all, and this was a meadow.
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