04-04-2020, 11:44 PM
Surreal.
Amidst the storm that adorns her coat, in spite of the steely billows traced so diligently across her back, she becomes unusually warm- a great pressure rises from her shoulders. J feels significantly lighter, the burden of her devils lifted, sent away and it is an unexpected feeling that overcomes her.
Happiness.
Enough to make her stop, enough to lift the corners of her lips into the beginnings of a smile, and she doesn’t know what’s suddenly come over her. “Not a bad strange,” the girl answers, tilting her face towards his voice, twisting her ears to seek the source.
Jenger decides it is okay to resume their walk, falling into an easier stride.
“I feel,” it doesn’t register immediately, the stress dissipates slowly and becomes replaced with a feather-light, tingling sensation. Beginning from her brow, sparking a domino effect, roiling until her nervous system is flooded with dopamine
“I feel nice,” she finally decides, the tightness from her body is gone and each step is more fluid than the one before. “Like when I hear others laughing, I feel like that...I think.”
When they near the tree, she finds herself touching it, pressing her velvet mouth against the rough bark, as if it is a friend.
“Sometimes we stay by a River,” sometimes, because they never stay in one place, they do not linger. Rather, each season brings them migrating to the next unclaimed lot. A change in the weather, meant a change of scenery, and though she says ‘We’- there is only ‘She’.
“Other times we live by Woods,” and it’s obvious that the forest isn’t her favorite. It was difficult to traverse, the stormy girl has been tripped up by roots more than she is willing to admit, but the trees are warm- they hold the brunt of the snows.
“This is our best one though,” the Meadow, J likes it best, the warmth of the Sun on her skin. “We’ll, when it’s not raining of course,” she laughs, small and quiet, but genuine.
jenger
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