Out of the Box

Rakia listened intently to Talyssa's words, absorbing them as she did the sight of the frosted landscape around her. Her eyes were drawn towards the brackish river that meandered lazily through the dense vegetation, its water gleaming like a silver ribbon in the noon sun. Creative thinking. The phrase echoed in Rakia's head, the syllables rippling through her like the waves of the chilly river. She thought of the slate grey mountain and its bleak, forbidding peaks - there was certainly no possibility of creative thinking bringing warmth to such a desolate place. But as she watched the water sparkle under the mid day sun, she realized that perhaps this was not true.

The river flowed, unyielding and resolute, carving its own path through the landscape. It molded the earth to its will, shaping the terrain and creating a haven of life in its wake. If such power could be found in nature, then surely it could be harnessed within herself, within them all.

She nodded along as Talyssa provided the example of the garden. A labyrinth of lessons to be learned. From what she could tell, it seemed that the golden and white fae was quite the creative thinker herself.

"Rakia Perreau"