Loriana stopped, panting, for just a moment. Her dress was muddy and torn. Most of the lace hung in shreds. The material was no longer recognizable as the fine silk it was. Still, she had to attempt to get rid of the evidence that she was more than a mere hand maiden. With shaking hands, she ripped the ruined lace from the dress, removed her shoes, and burried them in the dirt. Next, she pulled her hair free from the remnants of her ruined twisting hair style. The jewels followed the other items into the dirt. Unable to help herself, she piled stones over the burial site, hoping to some day return for her heirlooms.<br/><br/>Unable to delay longer, she continued her desperate run through the forest. Panic fueling her motions, she didnt' notice as she reached a clearing. All she could do was keep running blindly westward.