Esme smiled at Tara, at least that is what she thought she heard another address her as, and she nodded her words in acknowledgement.  “Let us make haste,” Esme said, and she wished she could travel with the other woman, but too she realized that travelling together would increase their risk of being caught; separate ways they would go, part in the woods. Esme travelled in the same direction as Tara, but her further flee into the woods were done several yards away from Tara. As branches and tall grasses tugged at the hem of her dress, Esme heard a frantic voice, feminine scream out : “Run”. It drove the beauty deeper into the forest out of fear.