07-11-2021, 07:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-08-2021, 04:13 PM by Meissa. Edited 2 times in total.
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She was drawn to the red-flowered woodlands once more, her paws tracing those paths that were slowly growing more and more familiar. A soft inhale brought the sweet odors of the land and she made her way through the underbrush, moss soft against her pads. In the distance ahead of her, she could hear a babbling brook, its smooth water slowly, slowly chipping away at the earth beneath it.
Given time, given years, the paths the water took would change.
They would widen or narrow, digging deeper and deeper through the stone as erosion took the land. Soil, rock, and plant matter would get carried along downstream to where it would catch up with stronger currents, depositing into the true river. Eventually, that soil would make its way into the ocean, sent along in the smallest of pieces to sink down, carried further even as the ocean currents took it out to sea. Pebbles would eventually become ever so many grains of sand, smoothed by the endless passage of time.
There was nothing stronger than water.
If you waited.
The stream was before her now and she slipped down its bank, picking her steps carefully. Her head lowered to lap at the water briefly before lifting again, eyes tracing the reds from the branches, reaching down towards her from heights above. The soldier's eyes trailed down from there, focusing on a shape in the distance, beyond the border that she found herself on.
Given time, given years, the paths the water took would change.
They would widen or narrow, digging deeper and deeper through the stone as erosion took the land. Soil, rock, and plant matter would get carried along downstream to where it would catch up with stronger currents, depositing into the true river. Eventually, that soil would make its way into the ocean, sent along in the smallest of pieces to sink down, carried further even as the ocean currents took it out to sea. Pebbles would eventually become ever so many grains of sand, smoothed by the endless passage of time.
There was nothing stronger than water.
If you waited.
The stream was before her now and she slipped down its bank, picking her steps carefully. Her head lowered to lap at the water briefly before lifting again, eyes tracing the reds from the branches, reaching down towards her from heights above. The soldier's eyes trailed down from there, focusing on a shape in the distance, beyond the border that she found herself on.
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