Walk in the Woods

Adam’s theatrics amused Sorrel - as much as the information hidden between them intrigued her. A bird on fire was a fascinating idea, and certainly gave her no clues what exactly to expect from this new world. But, if this faintly ridiculous man had survived she supposed it couldn’t be too dangerous. The trees had begun to thin out enough that it could no longer be properly considered a wood, and if she squinted she could begin to make out the outline of a dirt path; signs of civilisation, as Adam had promised. Though, she was a little less certain about some of the other ‘facts’ he presented. She glanced him over in consideration of his claim to handsomeness. Under the swagger and dishevelled styling, he wasn’t unattractive - though not quite what she would consider handsome. Sorrel sighed and felt some sort of relief. People here were liars too. Not so different then. “I was named after a plant,” she said, reflexively beginning the monotone explanation she’d given so many times in her life, “my parents were into herbs.” She shot Adam an amused glance, and added, “Though perhaps not your type of herb.” As they approached what looked to be the end of the treeline, she could make out pinpricks of distant light. A village, or a settlement, or whatever they had in this place. And she paused, halfway through stepping over a log. “What can I give you?” She asked, abruptly - then rearranged herself so her stance was less ungainly, took on a lighter, more playful tone. ”As thanks, I mean. Who knows what monsters I might have met if we hadn’t bumped into one another..” Sorrel Carried away by the truculence of my world, I got lost in the search for enlightenment, The blue rain covered my roots, And I forget where I came from.