The Finding
A mild breeze wove its way delicately between the leaves, causing them to sway gently and make peaceful rustling sounds. The occasional bird could be heard calling in the distance, some as sweet as the call of a nightingale, others the harsh croak of a raven, and mixed in somewhere was the telltale warble of a chickadee. The trickle of water could be heard from a nearby brook, a joyous and lulling noise. All these different sounds wove together in a deep harmony, and even though they were each so different, no one could argue that they didn't belong. They all belonged, it was nature.
Dappled sunlight shone down onto the mighty oak trees, the light seeping in through the vast branches above, and although they seemed impenetrable, they were riddled with loopholes through which the sun would always find a way to sneak through. The rays cast intricate shadows among the trees, creating an aura of mystery that could not be broken. Yet at the same time, it was so light that one couldn't help but feel comfortable in such surroundings, for that was the beauty of this place.
And that was one of the main reasons the girl had for being there. She came slowly, placing a hand on the tree trunks to steady her as she made her way over the uneven ground, coated in moss and ferns. Her long, silver hair blended in nicely with her surroundings. A green yukata hung around her, the jade obi tied around her waist accenting her figure nicely. Her brown eyes seemed to cut through her surroundings, sharp as a razor, yet they could be the most gentle and loving eyes ever seen. In a way, her poise and feline movements could be seen as attractive, and she was by no means ugly. Yet, she didn't show a lovable side of herself to people, save one.
As suddenly as she had come, she stopped and looked up. She was at the foot of quite a large tree, its old and gnarled trunk peeling bark. At first sight, the tree was merely that. A tree. But at second glance, one could just about make out small crooks in the side, perfect footholds for climbing. At the top, hidden in the dense canopy, the girl had constructed something akin to a watchtower, a place where she could relax.
-more coming soon-
A mild breeze wove its way delicately between the leaves, causing them to sway gently and make peaceful rustling sounds. The occasional bird could be heard calling in the distance, some as sweet as the call of a nightingale, others the harsh croak of a raven, and mixed in somewhere was the telltale warble of a chickadee. The trickle of water could be heard from a nearby brook, a joyous and lulling noise. All these different sounds wove together in a deep harmony, and even though they were each so different, no one could argue that they didn't belong. They all belonged, it was nature.
Dappled sunlight shone down onto the mighty oak trees, the light seeping in through the vast branches above, and although they seemed impenetrable, they were riddled with loopholes through which the sun would always find a way to sneak through. The rays cast intricate shadows among the trees, creating an aura of mystery that could not be broken. Yet at the same time, it was so light that one couldn't help but feel comfortable in such surroundings, for that was the beauty of this place.
And that was one of the main reasons the girl had for being there. She came slowly, placing a hand on the tree trunks to steady her as she made her way over the uneven ground, coated in moss and ferns. Her long, silver hair blended in nicely with her surroundings. A green yukata hung around her, the jade obi tied around her waist accenting her figure nicely. Her brown eyes seemed to cut through her surroundings, sharp as a razor, yet they could be the most gentle and loving eyes ever seen. In a way, her poise and feline movements could be seen as attractive, and she was by no means ugly. Yet, she didn't show a lovable side of herself to people, save one.
As suddenly as she had come, she stopped and looked up. She was at the foot of quite a large tree, its old and gnarled trunk peeling bark. At first sight, the tree was merely that. A tree. But at second glance, one could just about make out small crooks in the side, perfect footholds for climbing. At the top, hidden in the dense canopy, the girl had constructed something akin to a watchtower, a place where she could relax.
-more coming soon-
