She nestles close, pressing her nose into his hair.
It seems like a dream, and I wouldn't call it fun, necessarily. But it was -- exhilarating. Necessary. Everything she thought it would be, and more. Terrifying and difficult, but joyous as well.
It felt -- right.
Like this feels right, huddled in a bower at the base of old oak trees, surrounded by the earth and the forest, and by her pack.
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Date: 2009-06-02 04:10 am (UTC)It seems like a dream, and I wouldn't call it fun, necessarily. But it was -- exhilarating. Necessary. Everything she thought it would be, and more. Terrifying and difficult, but joyous as well.
It felt -- right.
Like this feels right, huddled in a bower at the base of old oak trees, surrounded by the earth and the forest, and by her pack.
Though it is a bit drafty.