Take the right-hand path

You squat down to examine the road beneath you. Having spent your whole life living with and caring for nature, you have gained a good sense for anything that may have disturbed the surrounding area. Your half-elven eyes pick up the faint tracks of a cart heading towards to right. That must be the correct path!

With a renewed spring in your step, you travel along the road, pausing every once in a while to examine some of the new plants that never grew near your tribe. While many of the flowers here are much less colourful, you find their variety of shapes and smells extremely interesting.

As you bend over to smell a cluster of small and white star-shaped flowers, you hear a rumble of thunder in the distance. Looking up, there are large, dark clouds heading towards you from the North, forks of lightning streaking out from the darkness. It could be very dangerous to be out in the open when it catches up with you.

Sprinting down the path once more, you begin looking for anywhere that could provide you shelter. No luck. The nearest place to you is Silverspire itself. You might be able to make it there in time if you can keep up your pace for that long, but you have never been much of an athlete.

You do you best to check your surrounding for any kind of cover that you could use. There is nothing in your immediate area, but you think you can make out a cave on a distant hill. You Father warned you to stay on the road, as the wilds could be dangerous, but this was an exceptional circumstance! Another roar of thunder hits you, louder this time; almost like a hunting horn signalling its followers on a trail.

A shiver runs down your spine as the cold wind reaches you, heralding the coming rain. Your nipples inadvertently begin to stiffen from the chill. Then the downpour of rain hits you like a wave, instantly soaking you to the bone and causing your thin dress to cling tightly to the shape of your body. You wish you had chosen to wear take a bra with you when you left Zephra, but with your small chest, it had never been needed before.

Your wet breasts rub up and down the increasingly tight material with each step you take, creating a strange and unwelcome distraction as you run. The thought crosses your mind that anyone looking at you right now would be able to make out every detail of your body under your dress, but another growl of thunder shakes you out of such worries.

Desperation begins to sink in as your muscles start to burn. Looking off towards the cave and then back at the long path ahead, you realise you need to make your decision right now.