Louis walked through the woods, running his fingers over the trees. They'd aged so much since he had been here. He had missed this.
His hair was tied back in a braid, tossed over his shoulder and tied with a little orange hair tie. He had missed nature. He had missed everything.
@revived-rose
The forest had been silent for a very long time. With the cold chill of winter and the departure of the temporarily trapped residents, things had become much quieter over the past couple of months in Oakhurst.
But something blinks in drowsiness as it's awakened from its hibernation by a familiar touch that they knew had been gone for a long time now.
Choosing to send the gust of wind out in the direction of the touch familiar, like phalanges moving to get a picture of who this person could be.
