As she drifts off to slumber, her mind unravels to other times. Forgotten times before falling to the prey of Malivore. Times where she stood tall and grand, beside the water bed, the gentle breeze playing with her branches so. Soft and sweet caresses the wind would give to her as it danced its frolicking ways through her tiny blossoms each day. Even the times of the storms; sudden and violent, they gave her such sweet pleasure from their touch. Her lips turned in a tiny little smirk as she could almost smell the sweetness of rain water crossing her nose. Almost- as it was merely only in her mind.
°𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱, 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 𝔖𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔫𝔢'𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰, 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔰...°
She sighed softly as she unknowingly swayed in the slightest, as though she was back in her tree form once more, forgetting all about really being curled up within a windowsill. The ivy vines, sensing her dreaming; feeling such a sigh, almost hugged her closer in response. Like it knew she needed such closeness on such a night as this one. The evening air still and silent as can be upon soft moonlight which filtered down among the land.
Her mind swayed more in a gentle breeze that did not exist except for in sweet memories for now.
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the dryad's story 2
Fantasycontinuation of Charis, the dryad tree spirit as she has escaped the brief capture of humans Alric and David. finding that Victor, and the world, has forgotten all about her existence all together. now is her time in the world, alone. will she ever...
