Post by Sabine Aris Oana Ishtar on Jun 29, 2014 9:19:05 GMT -6
narrator . "speech" . thought
After her last attempt, Sabine was determined to not get dirty while foraging. She settled on sifting through some tree’s to find some fruity ingredient or treat. The hope of a high-prized item had long since fled after failing to find anything beyond a rock or root. At the beginning she mostly went through low trees and bushes, but soon found that the bounty must be in the highest of trees. Spotting a tall tree with oddly shaped, pink leaves, she began to climb. Her strength helped hold her up, but she struggled to find anything to place her feet on. By the time she reached the first branch, her arms were exhausted.
The higher up the tree, the more mist floated around her. Her breathing was labored after reaching only two more limbs. Giving up, she stopped and started moving slowly along the branch, reaching above and below to move branches and leaves out of the way. She wasn’t looking for something obvious, just a small little circle that could be really important.
After she finished searching, she started her descent. The branches were sturdy enough to hold her, but when she gripped the base to go down her foot had nothing to land on. She slid down the tree about five feet, not enough to hurt her. Sabine was starting to grow irritated with the whole idea of foraging.
occ;; Running out of original idea's.
word count;; 321 words
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the struggle is real
#foragingprobs #fuckbitchesgetmoney
#foragingprobs #fuckbitchesgetmoney
