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04-17-2017, 10:38 AM
so i listen to the wind for an answer
It’s been a while since she’s simply milled about the Edge. The day is hot and humid and though not unbearable, she finds herself unmotivated to leave the shade of the forest. The air is too still for it to be pleasant, so she meanders toward the cliffs, hoping as she goes closer to catch a breeze that usually comes in. It does get slightly better, and she finds herself content, simply wandering through the trees in a way she hasn’t for quite some time. Her mind runs, thinking about all the things she probably should be doing, but in truth, she’d done much of it.
The greenhouse and the garden are both well-tended. With herself, Sacre and Tilney working on them, there are plenty of herbs planted, ready and waiting for a purpose. She would, of course, rather they stay ready and waiting for a purpose. It’s almost always better than having to use them, though she is usually glad when the only herbs she needs are ones to help ease the normal pain of childbirth and after. That pain, at least, leads to wonderful things.
She could go to the Threshold, though she can’t quite bring herself to leave the familiar comfort to the Edge’s trees. Tomorrow, she promises, knowing she should spend some more time there than she does. When she’d first come to the Edge, that was where she’d spent most of her time, and the forest there was almost as familiar as the one she walks through now. But responsibilities piled on, keeping her busy, and she found herself in the Threshold less and less.
Tomorrow, for sure. But today, she decides to take a day for herself. To wander the forest, to stay as cool as she can, to see who’s lingering in the Edge as well for some conversation perhaps. There are new faces she does not really know, and many old faces she’s simply never gotten to know as well as she should. It seems a good use of her day, truthfully, and so she continues to wander, ears pricked for someone looking to pass some time.
The greenhouse and the garden are both well-tended. With herself, Sacre and Tilney working on them, there are plenty of herbs planted, ready and waiting for a purpose. She would, of course, rather they stay ready and waiting for a purpose. It’s almost always better than having to use them, though she is usually glad when the only herbs she needs are ones to help ease the normal pain of childbirth and after. That pain, at least, leads to wonderful things.
She could go to the Threshold, though she can’t quite bring herself to leave the familiar comfort to the Edge’s trees. Tomorrow, she promises, knowing she should spend some more time there than she does. When she’d first come to the Edge, that was where she’d spent most of her time, and the forest there was almost as familiar as the one she walks through now. But responsibilities piled on, keeping her busy, and she found herself in the Threshold less and less.
Tomorrow, for sure. But today, she decides to take a day for herself. To wander the forest, to stay as cool as she can, to see who’s lingering in the Edge as well for some conversation perhaps. There are new faces she does not really know, and many old faces she’s simply never gotten to know as well as she should. It seems a good use of her day, truthfully, and so she continues to wander, ears pricked for someone looking to pass some time.
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