@songs-in-nature

As fun as indulging always was, perhaps the combination of sticky-sweet honey and matted fur wasn't the best of combinations. Trudging through brambles and kicking up dust, the coating had begun to feel like an encasing of amber over her legs. By the time she reached the closest clearing that opened to the telltale noise of gulls and scent of salt, her lower movements were stagnant. Her arms however pumping wildly in an attempt to power her forward.

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@enduringcaptain

He didn’t usually wonder this far into a forest of any kind, he learned easily that bad things lived in the trees. Jack’s fingers gently glided through a rabbit’s fur as it sat in between his legs. He was different and knew some of the creatures could tell.

He tilted his head back a bit, flower crown slipping off of his head as a smile crossed his lips. His blue eyes stared back at her as he leaned upon his hands, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Her ears flicked and a definite pink hue brightened her cheeks. What a genuine soul that had come wandering into her home. They had brought with them hope and a lovely charm that was far more tantalizing than she had ever experienced before. For most that thought themselves adventurers and seasoned campers, they were easily tricked to stray too far in the ever changing evergreens. Tricks she thoroughly enjoyed participating in. He was not- That wasn’t an end he deserved.

Rain rain go away, come again some other day. All I want to do is to play, so come again some other day.

Resting her chin upon the crooked windowsill of her crumbling home, she picked and pried off the peeling paint that was trying so desperately to hold on to the rotting wood. A series of light tings could be heard behind her as raindrops dipped and slid their way through the cracks in her roof into metal basins awaiting on the floor beneath. The ones that overfilled sloshed onto the wood, making a last ditch escape to find the earth below the floorboards. The whole world seemed to be washing away any sins it had been sullied with.

When her fingers could no longer scrape off any paint she set her finger and thumb against her cheek, flicking the side so she could mimic the sound of the rain.

Within seconds her cheek had grown sore and she had to find another means of entertainment, anything, even if it caught her attention for only a moment or two. Staring into the rain certainly wasn’t helping. She rested her palm against the windowpane until the heat of her caused a small fog to shape around her hand on the glass.

Blurred by the fog a small shape grew as it approached her home, a refuge for anyone caught in the storm.

@lover-of-the-trees

No matter how many times she wandered the woods and ventured through its worn paths and its lightly trodden ones, there was always the most daring option of off the beaten trail completely that the Faun never seemed to take. Not alone anyway. Once she had tied a spool of yarn to a tree branch to see just how far into the ever changing forest she could go, but she hadn't even reached the end of the line before she hightailed it back to safety. She was curious, always, but she wasn’t an idiot.