She found a spot under some trees to spread the blanket and sat. Her blue eyes move up, looking at the sun light peeking through the various branches. And her mind swam with many different ideas.
If she was being honest with herself, the decision to suddenly leave was in her best interest. Cause frankly with how everything seemed to be falling into place it freaked her out. The question that burned on her mind as she drove out of Sacramento and headed to where she knew her mother was, could she be happy settling down? Could she give up traveling? Could she open herself and allow herself to trust others? There was Striker and the Cabal, and she didn’t expect either to welcome her back with open arms.
But she wasn’t a fool, despite her Path. She knew there was a strong chance Striker wouldn’t show up to talk with her. She violated the trust of those around her, those who took a chance with her. She hurt them, and knew it might not be able to fixed. But, her mother was right, she would never be full and happy on the road forever. She needed to open herself to those around her and settle. Sure, she loved performing, and lived for it. But what she longed for was real, honest relationships.
So here she sat, a hand nervously picking at the grass. She at least hoped to keep his friendship, and maybe more if Fate was smiling and being kind to her today.
Her clothes fit her somber mood. A light lavender tank top with boyfriend style jeans with numerous holes in the legs. She was barefoot, having shed her sneakers to let her feet feel the grass between her toes. Of course her iPod was in, and her hair was down and she wore no makeup.
Striker