it is time to get to work, chun thinks while she climbs a shattered cliff. the sky is cherry blossom pink where rìzhào's sun sits below the horizon, smudging to indigo and navy as the canvas climbs. dawn is yet to arrive but the little peach has always been an early riser. beyond the sun's reach the shining scales of infinite dragons still glimmer. chun tao reflects a tick on the brightest of the stars.
she shakes her head and resumes her climb, and when she reaches the top she begins hunting among the redwood trees for herbs. there isn't much to be found in winter, chun tao knows this, but she searches nevertheless. her family must not want for treatment for anything that ails them in the coming days. she roots around in the snow, hopeful there's something useful beneath it.
she shakes her head and resumes her climb, and when she reaches the top she begins hunting among the redwood trees for herbs. there isn't much to be found in winter, chun tao knows this, but she searches nevertheless. her family must not want for treatment for anything that ails them in the coming days. she roots around in the snow, hopeful there's something useful beneath it.
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
Messages In This Thread