Post by Story Weaver on Jul 10, 2014 1:38:29 GMT -5
The forest twists and bends, leading you way from your original path. Clouds fill the air making the forest dark, and smell of water and swamps near by. You hastily run, your legs grow tired and you need a place to stay for the night to escape the rain. All seems hopeless till you see a medium height woman sweeps with an old style broom on a porch. The wind blows threw her orange red hair, and she turns towards you trying to escape the rain. She smiles sweetly at you, it disarms and your every urge to flee.
"Well you seem like an interesting little char-person... Please let me hear your tale..."Her deep green eyes glisten with interest. She gently beckons you into her home, her deep tan skin complements her purple Victorian dress. Her house is on stilts above the swamp that you found yourself in. You hastily look around you trying to understand your surroundings, trees with bottles tied to them chime as the wind blows threw it."Let's weave a story that will entertain the flock of mindless sheep." The forest almost whispers in your ear.
"Come, come its almost evening time for tea. Wont you join me?"
"Well you seem like an interesting little char-person... Please let me hear your tale..."Her deep green eyes glisten with interest. She gently beckons you into her home, her deep tan skin complements her purple Victorian dress. Her house is on stilts above the swamp that you found yourself in. You hastily look around you trying to understand your surroundings, trees with bottles tied to them chime as the wind blows threw it."Let's weave a story that will entertain the flock of mindless sheep." The forest almost whispers in your ear.
"Come, come its almost evening time for tea. Wont you join me?"
