Master the merry-go-round
06-24-2014, 01:19 PM
While Pandora was the kind of soul to enjoy the Soulless Forest, Maija was drawn to the Orchard. There was something beautiful about how the goodies remained frozen on the branches, like a piece of time had been kept still. She would never breathe a word of such observations to another being, let alone her own children, for in her eyes, she would look weak. The golden goddess slowly walked through the trees, feeling the winter ground crunch beneath her paws with each step. Leaf green eyes, guards down, looked at the great details of nature that others would not realize existed. Such fools for ignoring the small things in life. Her steps ceased when she came to one of the biggest trees. Its fruit had been berries, large enough to fit in her upright paw. She had never tried fruit before, but figured it was good enough to eat without causing sicknesses. Most of the fruit had been picked before the cooler seasons arrived, but only enough to make a small dent in the right side. She licked her golden lips with her light pink tongue as she wondered what they would taste like. In the spring, she would attempt one. For now, all she could do was gaze. speech here |