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06-23-2017, 03:47 PM
Let’s go back. Back to a time before fate sets the cogs and wheels turning, before anger stirs the air and betrayal poisons the water. Not too far, just a little – enough to make this a love story, enough to pretend it’s not a tale of guilt and desperation.
It’s quieter down here, in the Grove. It’s true that the northern wind does not so easily pierce the thick vegetation. Here, the willows still hold their color; some of the first to turn green and the last to lose their color, they glow gold in the late afternoon sunlight. It dances through the spindly branches, casting long shadows across both land and water. Yael wears her cloak clasped loosely about her neck, letting it fall askew of her slender frame and plush, black-tipped wings as Zani moves about – unable to sit still in his ever-growing curiosity.
Curious as he is, he may want to disappear soon enough.
Step by step, she navigates the vegetation, humming a soft little tune to herself in perceived solitude. It rises and falls in a minor key, wordless and exotic. Every now and then, she reaches back to touch the serval kit or nose him into a better position, focused on nothing but the two of them and their excursion to nowhere in particular.
It’s quieter down here, in the Grove. It’s true that the northern wind does not so easily pierce the thick vegetation. Here, the willows still hold their color; some of the first to turn green and the last to lose their color, they glow gold in the late afternoon sunlight. It dances through the spindly branches, casting long shadows across both land and water. Yael wears her cloak clasped loosely about her neck, letting it fall askew of her slender frame and plush, black-tipped wings as Zani moves about – unable to sit still in his ever-growing curiosity.
Curious as he is, he may want to disappear soon enough.
Step by step, she navigates the vegetation, humming a soft little tune to herself in perceived solitude. It rises and falls in a minor key, wordless and exotic. Every now and then, she reaches back to touch the serval kit or nose him into a better position, focused on nothing but the two of them and their excursion to nowhere in particular.
Yael
a lover of the light
@Graasvoel
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