A reflection looking back at me. So much history so much emotion all caught up in those mesmerising blue eyes. They feel just as necessary as the water from this very stream is to the forest. The utter devotion that is shown through and through is no small thing. That's how we're here. A question, a want, a desire. We fit so perfectly with the nature around us. Perfectly working in tandem, creating a flow that is unlike anything the world has ever seen. A bond so unbreakable not a single action could ever permanently split it. For we both know that no matter how far things go, like the trees around us we a capable of regrowth.
We take a minute to bask in the spring sunshine. Both lying down and taking time to enjoy the gorgeous surroundings. We've only walked a short way, leaving our horses tied up in the nearby stable. We both walked blindly forwards knowing that no matter how long it took to get out of the forest we could.
A luscious green all around us. From the trees towering high above us creating a canopy shading us from the harsh sun but allowing the light to cascade all around us. The trees a healthy light brown leading up to darker greens fanning out towards paler greens. The ground a light shade of brown with much darker shades with footprints dotted around. It had rained just the other day. Bushes of many different varieties along with the most beautiful flowers all around. The stream flows just nearby where we had just walked from. The stream is littered with branches fallen from the nearby trees with plants growing up through the water. Fish are visible swimming and jerking through the river looking for their lunch.
Laying where we decided to stop, the sounds of the wind grant a peaceful tranquillity. Hearing a rustle I turn my head and see a squirrel climbing up a tree. From that direction the streams light flow can be heard creating the ideal scenic rest spot. I turn around and find myself looking into those same blue eyes that have always have the effect of drawing me in. Giving me a sense of calm which is unlike anything I have ever experienced.
It makes what I'm about to say all the more difficult.
I brush some hair out of her eyes, pushing it behind her ears.
"There's something you need to know and it's not the easiest thing to say but just wait until I finish and hopefully it will all make sense." I uttered. Those blue eyes now clouded with confusion and intrigue. With out a doubt the sadness I feel can be read through my own eyes.
"I have to go for a while, I don't know how long. It could be up to a year." I say in a low whisper. "This would ordinarily be okay except for the fact that I can't write to you and I can't risk you having write to me." I see a sadness growing through her, that is something I wanted to avoid. "I've told any messenger with contact to me or to you that any message sent should either be returned or destroyed." An anger now growing so fierce, I fear the worst. "It's not forever, you know it's not forever. I'm being sent on a mission of the utmost secrecy. I can't tell you anything you don't already know." The anger fading now back into sadness. "I'm sorry. When everything is done, when everything is over and I know it's safe, I will send you a message, something you will read and know that it's all okay, that you can send messages again, knowing that I'll receive them. Then and then, we can get back to all of this. Spending hours out of the way in perfect isolation. We can spend our days in harmony. Is that okay?"
I sit there staring into those blue eyes that have locked up so tight. Trying to get any perception of her emotions, of her reactions to everything I have just said. I wait eagerly.
