dancing spirits

The forest was ancient. The trees thick and old, roots that were twisted. It might once have been filled with bird-song and animals that roamed. But now it was ages past its former glory. It's canopy was so dense that you could only see the occasional streak of sunlight that rarely touched the forest floor. Even its thick vines were slowly taking away the last remnants of the mighty trees that filled the forest. The woman would find herself gazing up in awe before her gentle gaze of sea foam hues laid upon her brother. Gently as the two walked she leaned up against, and allowed her head to rest on his shoulder if he didn't shove or shake her off. As much as at times she may act like she hated her brother, she loves him. But she just fails to see a lot of the unpopular things he does, are in fact in her best interest.

Gently she pulled away from her brother when he paused, gently padding over to a massive fallen tree, she would then propel her two front paws up so they both would rest on the fallen trees trunk, sea foam gaze gazing at the tree and the forest beyond. "Stor storm kanske?/ Big storm maybe?" She spoke softly, eyes still on the beyond as she pushed away from the tree to pad back over to her brother, tail flicking behind her. "jag är hungrig/I'm hungry." She said, sea foam hues landing on her brother.