I keep on messing with your head
You keep on messing up my bed
You keep on messing up my bed
Rae picked up apples as she listened, trying to imagine the snowy tundra. She pictured the Grounds when it was covered in snow, and then considered if it were that way year-round and shivered. She wasn't sure that she could survive in such harsh conditions. Spring and summer were her favorite seasons, with all the greenery and new life. How could people thrive in an environment where that wasn't available? "It sounds like an incredibly difficult place to live," Rae mused thoughtfully. "Your people must be very determined."
The young woman dumped her apples carefully into the proffered basket, then dusted her hands off as she stood. "Seed ghosts, hmm?" Rae asked, thinking ruefully of her own run-in with the creatures as a child. She'd been left with a massive welt on her hand when she'd unwittingly disturbed one in an apple she'd been slicing. "There's supposed to be a tree around here with a lot of them. People mostly leave the tree alone, since rumor has it that the seed ghosts have taken over all the apples. I think it's that way, if you're interested?" she asked, pointing deeper into the forest.
The young woman dumped her apples carefully into the proffered basket, then dusted her hands off as she stood. "Seed ghosts, hmm?" Rae asked, thinking ruefully of her own run-in with the creatures as a child. She'd been left with a massive welt on her hand when she'd unwittingly disturbed one in an apple she'd been slicing. "There's supposed to be a tree around here with a lot of them. People mostly leave the tree alone, since rumor has it that the seed ghosts have taken over all the apples. I think it's that way, if you're interested?" she asked, pointing deeper into the forest.
I feel like we're two stoners, two loners
Who keep on forgetting everything they've said
Who keep on forgetting everything they've said
Raelyn
