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Flowering. Approach. Part 25: Come to the Water

by Thavien Yliaster 2 months ago in Series
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Undressing your shield to Address your needs.

"Flowering" is a series, just like its artwork, that is a work in progress.

Reader discretion is advised: This series contains death, violence, and sexual content. Flowering is not a lighthearted series. Flowering is meant for a mature audience. It is not my intention to mislead those who read it, thus misleading the perception of the series itself, leading your hearts astray.

Please, "take this lesson to heart." - LaRha and Wetah

By Timotheus Fröbel on Unsplash

“I’ve seen him come from this direction,” she said. “Yet, he ran in that direction.” She closed her eyes trying to remember the path he took. Her stomach growled, “Ugh…” she bent over in pain, “I need something to eat. I was lucky enough to get those apples, but three apples over the course of several days is not enough to suffice.”

Her mind raced, thinking back to the path that he ran. Pointing her finger throughout the forest, she thought, “He ran this way, and that. He zigged-zagged, but even if he did, there was still a main direction that he ran in, unless he looped backwards a few times.” Her stomach growling again, she sighed, “If I can’t find the direction he left, I can at least follow the direction that he entered.”

Retracing her steps from where she picked up the first apple, she made her way in the opposite direction with which she had originally seen him enter underneath the leaf bridgeway. Traipsing in that direction, she looked for a few key landmarks. The first being a log, the second a tree with white lines striking across its bark, and the third was a buck rub. Hearing the sound of the river, she walked towards it.

“It’s the same river that leads all the way up to my tent, but why did he visit this part in particular?” She leaned over the edge, looking past the clear, running, water. After staying still for a moment, she found a few minnows swimming. However, they would dart away as soon as she moved. “Oh, that’s why.” She hadn’t seen any fish where she was at, upstream, but then again, she’d never stay still long enough to see.

While looking at the fish, she noticed that they weren’t just swimming against the stream, but that there were a few small areas where they seemed to hover around. Waving her arm, she saw them dart away inside of something. They swooped in to hide away from potential predation. Bending down and squinting her eyes, she saw small pieces of wood. She initially thought that it was just a log, or a nest of branches that had fallen in over time. After scanning it for a while, she noticed that it was small, and interconnected. It wasn’t just interconnected, but interwoven.

“Those are traps!” Her mind raced back to the first apple drop. “That’s what he picked up the first time! He dropped a trap, and scooped up what was inside!” Then thinking back to the other day with which she had gotten a hold of him, she thought, “No wonder why he left the apple. He probably has them in abundance,” she stared at the fish, “but he’s not abundant in fish!”

Her stomach growled again, “What am I doing thinking to myself here. I’m practically looking at a free meal for myself, and I’m wasting daylight.” She knew that she would have to traipse back to the tent, to cook her meal, before stowing herself away in her hiding hole for the evening. Weighing on how best to get the traps, she knew that she couldn’t just reach down for them as per usual. She’d have to wade into the waters.

She growled to herself, “The days are already getting colder in the mornings. It wouldn’t surprise me if the water’s freezing.” Not wanting to walk back cold and drenched, she disrobed and hung her clothes on a tree branch. “I wish I wore something heavier for the evenings. The blanket just isn’t enough,” she set her focus onto the traps, “hopefully this meal will be more than enough to keep me warm throughout the night.”

Putting a toe into the water, she almost shrieked from the river’s coldness. Inching her way in, she waded in up to her calf before dragging her other leg in with her. The further she walked out the deeper it got. At one point she almost lost her balance, nearly falling in. Luckily for her, the furthest she fell in was just above her knees.

The coldness sent a shiver up through her spine as the splashing water spritzed her constantly, clinging to the small hairs on her body. “The faster you move the faster you eat. Come on.” Having come so far now, she couldn’t turn back now without any fruit to bear from her efforts. Stepping behind the minnows, just slightly downstream, she wanted to make sure to scare them into the traps and not away. Just as she had begun to bend down and submerge her wrists into the river, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. They were already standing up from the cold, but this shiver came from someone else, not something else.


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Thavien Yliaster

Thank You for stopping by. Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm a novice poet, fiction writer, and dream journalist.

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