Tessa doesn’t flinch. This new place is so strange. It pulls her eyes wide open and her head into another place. Yes, it’s strange. It’s lovely. She seems to dance on delicate feet, brightly loping across the ground. Everything is so strange. There are birds here. There are things like birds here, but they’re much smaller. Not hummingbirds, not swallows… they aren’t birds at all! Far more colorful, like the hummingbirds were… not hummingbirds. They seemed to flit through the tall grass, and they bring Tessa’s eyes to light.
She seems to quiver with excitement. Tessa doesn’t quiver with fear. Instead, she simply focuses on something else. She’s not scared. The blonde female nods to herself, watching the creatures flit by with their bejeweled wings. Everything is so lovely. It’s spring. Something is so lovely about the ability to sit down in the tall grass, haunches against the warm, marshy ground. Everything is beautiful today, and Tessa feels it too. Ethereal as she stretches out in the grass, watching the flies—the dragon flies. How like little birds they are. She doesn’t have them where she comes from. Soft purple eyes trail them, watching as they dip and dive… wonderful. Yes, there’s wonder in her world. There’s wonder everywhere if you look for it hard enough.
The day around her head is warm, and it’s enough to keep her distracted from the task at hand. What was the task at hand, again? She doesn’t know… maybe she never knew. Tessa doesn’t need a task, she just needs some distraction. Distraction from the world inside her head… maybe this was the world inside her head. There’s no telling if the crystalline and sapphire blue creature that touches down on her paw is something that’s of her world or of… this one. Which world was this, again? Tessa didn’t thing too closely. Things just hurt when you thought too hard, so she didn’t worry about it. No need to worry. Why should I worry?
tessa.
the wild youth |