She was waiting. Obediently, as she had been told. Not thinking. Just feeling the warm October sun caressing her bare skin. Watching the small white clouds in the blue sky, and the sun beams which flooded through the trees and bathed the leaves in a miracle light. Listening to the sound of the wind and the birds in the trees.
She didn't move when she was approached from behind and blindfolded. And she didn't put up a fight, when she was released from the tree, her hands were tied behind her back and she was gently but determinedly marched away. She felt the warm moss underneath her feet, small twigs, fallen leaves and little stones. At one point, she stepped on what must have been a fir cone and winced. Her attendant stopped for a moment, steadied her with one arm around her waist, picked up her foot with his other hand, studied and cleaned it, put it back to the ground and directed her forward again.
Suddenly they stopped. She was lifted up slightly, told to bend her knees and made to kneel on what felt like a wooden platform. The rough surface cut into her tender skin. But she didn't make a sound. She waited, almost holding her breath. There wasn't much sound around her. But she had the feeling that she was being watched attentively. She lowered her head and then stayed still, curious to know what would happen next.
She was soon to find out.