how glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains
The squirrel shakes its bushy tail and seems to hesitate a moment before giving in, scampering incautiously onto your outstretched hand. 'Follow me!' it chirps unhelpfully, investigating your fingers for hidden treats before making its way up your arm.
Still squatting on the ground you almost don't hear the soft voice, as gentle as the wind. Surprised, you glance up, eliciting a squeak of Indignation from the rodent on your shoulder. Craning your neck you turn to see who spoke, your eyes widening as you spot her: a girl, red haired and long legged. S
he isn't looking at you, though.
So you don't look at her.
Standing slowly, you take a step toward the encroaching hedge, hmm'ing thoughtfully and reaching out to gently stroke a thorn as long as your hand. "So the people who tamed it forgot." Your voice is light, too, and you might as well be talking to the squirrel. "And now it's forgettin' how to be tame. D'ya think it's happier, bein' left to grow wild?"
Still squatting on the ground you almost don't hear the soft voice, as gentle as the wind. Surprised, you glance up, eliciting a squeak of Indignation from the rodent on your shoulder. Craning your neck you turn to see who spoke, your eyes widening as you spot her: a girl, red haired and long legged. S
he isn't looking at you, though.
So you don't look at her.
Standing slowly, you take a step toward the encroaching hedge, hmm'ing thoughtfully and reaching out to gently stroke a thorn as long as your hand. "So the people who tamed it forgot." Your voice is light, too, and you might as well be talking to the squirrel. "And now it's forgettin' how to be tame. D'ya think it's happier, bein' left to grow wild?"
