She raised her head and looked up ahead, seeing the green slopes with the lush grass and with emphasis she put her staff that she used as a crutch into the soft earth beneath her which confirmed that the Forest of Jgelgar lay behind her. And suddenly she started running as fast as she could with the help of the piece of wood.
The pain from the injured leg seemed to be gone in this moment and instinctively she ran so fast that she was starting to pant, nearly going to the boundaries of her capacities. The staff hindered her, but she ran on. The grass was flying past her feet which barely touched the ground anymore. It was just a light touch before she jumped off again, dashed on. The moisture of the wet meadow sprayed around her, the mist of the hill whirred around her, whitish shades of moisture that cooled her heated skin. Her short hair fluttered around her face and her tail waved in the wind as if it had become a part of it.
Clouds around her rose off the ground, swirled past the small shape on the slope and bit by bit they revealed the landscape beneath: The dark, dense green of the lush forest in the valley between the mountains, the glistening of the dew on the foliage, the clouds that rose from the many openings in between the trees and up into the sky.
From Chapter 20 of the Migratory Birds
Art from and for Chapter 20, maybe the single most important chapter yet and the final conclusion of Book One.
And I do voluntarily admit being a sucker for Kate Bush! She is the fairy queen of rock music! No, you are not permitted to contradict! Shut up and listen!
The pain from the injured leg seemed to be gone in this moment and instinctively she ran so fast that she was starting to pant, nearly going to the boundaries of her capacities. The staff hindered her, but she ran on. The grass was flying past her feet which barely touched the ground anymore. It was just a light touch before she jumped off again, dashed on. The moisture of the wet meadow sprayed around her, the mist of the hill whirred around her, whitish shades of moisture that cooled her heated skin. Her short hair fluttered around her face and her tail waved in the wind as if it had become a part of it.
Clouds around her rose off the ground, swirled past the small shape on the slope and bit by bit they revealed the landscape beneath: The dark, dense green of the lush forest in the valley between the mountains, the glistening of the dew on the foliage, the clouds that rose from the many openings in between the trees and up into the sky.
From Chapter 20 of the Migratory Birds
Art from and for Chapter 20, maybe the single most important chapter yet and the final conclusion of Book One.
And I do voluntarily admit being a sucker for Kate Bush! She is the fairy queen of rock music! No, you are not permitted to contradict! Shut up and listen!
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