Days Before:
For the longest time, Venus Rosé largely preferred to keep the majority of her days to herself and no one else, and it was all within reason, she thinks, for her to avoid the company of other people in favour of several days of solitude and in the end, days ended up being months and eventually, a year passed just like that. It wasn’t as much as she resented others, but ever since there was a rise to her reputation, there was almost little to no privacy she got to herself and thus, it was better for her to deviate from things and people who were unknown to her.
A social butterfly as she was, her connections ended up being useful to her and she was able to remain hidden with the help of her acquaintances, but also losing touch with her comrades in the process that she might not be surprised if they thought she was dead. Human connections proved their worth on the trial run, but there was no telling how much of a burden it may or may not behold later down the line.
And so was the redhead’s plight upon discovering the newer contents of the latest rumours. There, on aged paper scattered below her feet, the words seemed to haunt her, talks of the disappearance of the Burning Rose and her whereabouts thrusting into her gut like a hot knife. The thought of her rising reputation and seemingly being a celebrity made her laugh, almost in a depressing manner.
Saint’s sake, why can’t they just leave me alone?
A long sigh escaped her lips as her eyes instinctively travelled over to yonder before landing it on a piece of map pinned up on an oaken board, wishing she could be out of this dreaded place. Wait a minute. She looked at the map once again. It was only then the brightest idea came to her brilliant mind that she cursed at herself for not thinking of it sooner.
Travelling.