Shed pines beneath bare feet, I try not to alert any bears (holy, cursed, or otherwise) in these thick woods.
The highest branches only allow some light to filter through and even that is gradually fading. 270 more words
The weather lingers in these parts. The mountains tower over our village as it hunkers down, clinging to the foothills. In autumn, when the air is dank and the sodden leaves lie on the ground like dead fish stranded after high tide, mists loiter below the craggy peaks. 278 more words
The day of a wedding everyone was busy Lady Cloud has put on her nice wedding dress, she cannot wait for the moment to be united with her man of her dream. 465 more words