The Trees Listen [stand-alone]

[Spitnose]

Time and Date:: January 20th, sunset
Weather:: Dark, damp and chilly
Previous Threads?:: Blood, Sweat and Tears

Spit had never had one of those 'you don't know how much you need it until it's gone' moments. She was twelve, she didn't know what it felt like to loose someone. And now that she did, she really wished she didn't know. Sure, he wasn't gone but... no one was going to be seeing him for a long time. If ever again.

Now being young, she had no clue how to deal with this and instead just pulled away from the rest of the world. Normally she would run to the ocean to be with Crystal, but even now she found herself running to the forest were the tidal dragon could now follow. She didn't want comfort... she wanted everything to be normal. Maybe if she drew away, when she returned everything would be right again?

She had climbed to the top of a sturdy pine tree, hugging the trunk and resting her head against it's scratchy bark. Staring at the setting sun a long sigh escaped her. Nothing felt right anymore. Not even the setting sun lazily drifting below the horizon.

Maybe... if nothing was going to feel the same here, she would have to go where nothing was like here. Sail away, to a new land. Change everything, so she wouldn't have to worry about the things she had grown to know and love changing around her because nothing was held any familiarity. Yes, that was it.

With some difficulty, she clambered down the tree was quickly as it would allow, jumping from the lowest branch to the ground. It was damp and springing, but she still stumbled a bit as she landed. For once, she knew what she was going to do. And how to do it.