show them the joy and the pain and the ending
She has grown thoroughly bored of the common lands. For a woman who once routinely explored every corner of Beqanna, this small piece of it is quickly discovered and rediscovered once again. Perhaps that is why she ends up in the forest. Here at least she might pretend there is some small piece of it she hasn't yet seen.
It does seem to change quite a bit with the seasons, far more so than the meadow at least. With winter still upon them, it is a forest of white and cracked brown. The birds are largely absent, but occasionally she spots a brave hare or wily fox. Her slow footsteps leave impressions in the thick blanket of snow, a trail of prints showing her path through the quiet of the winter forest. The sky above, easily visible through bare limbs of the trees, is steel grey and heavily laden with snow, though as yet only a few stray flakes have begun to fall.
Her breath comes out in a puff of white as she heaves an exasperated sigh, her eyes, piercing and of the most vibrant, crystalline blue, shifting towards the sky as her mind wanders.
Damn, she is bored. Once, that never would have been a problem. Now however, it seems she can never find enough to keep her entertained (perhaps if she were slightly less nosy, a bit less curious. But, alas, that is not the case), and it shows in the turn of her face, the fidgeting of her limbs.
Company is perhaps the cure, but she is too restless to be a good companion in that moment. It requires too much composure, too much consideration. More than she possesses at this time.
So, she remains alone, wandering, restless, and bored out of her mind.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts
@[bruise]