Hidden Depths

G e o r g i a McCullough The glade was the perfect place to harvest plants that she wasn't able to grow in her garden. Every so often Georgia would make a trip there, basket in hand, and she would spend the day examining and gathering before finally venturing home. Usually she was there alone, quietly humming to herself while she worked, but today was different. She could hear whistling in the distance and slowly worked her way toward it, while still pausing to harvest the plants she wanted. He was someone that she didn't recognize right away, but that wasn't at all surprising. Georgia spent a majority of her time by herself in her little cottage, tending her garden, and making the herbal medicines that her grandmother had taught her. She stood at a distance, observing him as he stopped to pick at plants, just as she was doing. It made her feel a kinship with him, though she had no idea what his name was or who he was. It wasn't until he stopped to inspect a certain plant that she finally stepped forward and made her way toward him. The red berries were enticing, and looked edible to those that didn't know better, and she assumed that he didn't know better. "Those are poisonous." She interrupted, assuming that he was reaching for them. Georgia stopped, several feet away from the unknown man, and stood clutching her basket of plants. It occurred to her, perhaps a bit too late, that maybe he had known and wanted to use them against someone. The thought made her uneasy, and she tried to think of something else to say, but came up blank. Instead she settled on a smile and a simple "Hi." "." ooc://

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