Lys: Screaming

Aithne's momentum carried her fully out of the orchard before she realized what she'd done.

What did she do?

The clausterphobia that had been building up bit by bit inside her had become unbearable. Things were too close, the tension was too high, and if she did not do something big, she would go mad. She cast about, a part of her mind telling her she was being unutterably foolish and was likely to get herself killed, but the greater part of her screaming to do something other than standing still.

She picked up her skirts and ran for what was left of the stables.