Once again the feeling of the grass brushing against her feet was a welcoming sensation. Though this time she actually got to enjoy the feeling. Each blade of grass tickled the bottom of her feet but she didn't laugh, but smiled.<br/><br/>Just the general feeling of freedom was over whelming. She remembered his sarcastic remark about racing her to the cabin and almost wanted to take him up on the race. Then again she wasn't to sure that running would be a good idea. To be honest she didn't know what she wanted to do so all she did was stand there staring.