easy breezy lemon squeezie

the cattails were charming. oh, how they blew in the wind... it was as if it was whipping away the uncertainties of the world. just not actually whipping. that might be painful for all involved. Bee had rested after going east, lying by the bank of the lake after drinking her fill of the cool waters. she could sense winter was almost upon the land and wondered if she should try to find a suitable den soon. then again, she didn't know if she was staying in Boreas for very long. like the cattails, it was a charming place. full of little mysteries with mysterious people.

the woman would lift her head to watch a firefly's ariel ascend. it buzzed close to her silently, wordlessly, before flickering away. she had remained still enough to see the insect beyond the blinking light and she was thankful for the experience. even if insects were a bit ugly up-close, she'd take it. the autumn night was young still; there was a gentle breeze moving the reeds along a clear path, disturbing the water from stillness. she peered downward, seeing fish in the depths. a small tongue rolled from her mouth, licking her lips thoughtfully.

but she did not get up from her spot, content to be a blemish of green against the greying world around her.