Across the gentle hills of the stormy hayfield to every direction but one, a dark horizon of impenetrable forests guided the sisters’ way down towards a valley amongst the hills. The grass was too tall to see where the declining path led, but the further they waded through, the better a choice it seemed as the thick meadow seemed to go on down the valley instead of ending yet to another wall of trees. There needed not to be words said to share their decision of direction to take.<br/><br/>The wind loudened and blew so strong that the chill eventually bit through Kitty’s coat that would normally have been sufficient, but the wet grass brushing against it had made the cloth too damp to insulate the warmth of her body from the air.<br/><br/>“Here,” she said after a few more moments of walking, and placed her dark-brown<a class="externalLink" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/71vfDBcfeQL._UX385_.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">flapper hat</a>on Kate’s head, pushed it down deep enough to cover her sister’s ears. The dark-red, rose-shaped accessory on the hat, on its thick ribbon of the same color, was the only thing that resembled a flower within miles and miles of bare wilderness.<br/><br/>It had been a while since Kitty had even stood so close to her sister for so long, but when the howling of the wind carried over such a wail that it could be mistaken to a distant voice of a woman, there was nothing questionable about her grabbing her sister’s hand into her own gloved one, and take steps faster through the grass.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>