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Most days I don't recognize me - Atali - March 19, 2022

When given the opportunity to interact, many question Atali's capabilities and means of survival.

For starters, they always want to know how she gets around.

"Trees are the trickiest." She oft tells them. Yet, despite the truth of her words, a devious grin and a hearty chuckle always follows.

Anything that proves to be a challenge is something Atali will pursue. With any challenge, comes knowledge and improvement by means of oneself. Who could say no to that?

Back to trees. 

Having been blind for near most of her life, she has learned tricks that come in handy. 

Firstly, there is the sense of smell. Trees have a very stout and earthly stench, leaving them quite noticeable to the nose. This lets her know when she's approached close enough, but hasn't yet collided.

To keep from getting much closer, she will sweep both paws and dock along nature's surface, feeling for roots and fallen branches. Both are a sign she has drawn close to the trunk. 

If a windy day, gust-free gaps can also warn when she has passed, or is directly facing a trunk. It oft depends where she is traveling and which way the breeze flows.

There are more methods... but in all, it's safe to assume that most of the time she ends up colliding with the trunk bed either way; hence why her steps are so slow when hears the bend of the leaves.

More often than not, Atali tried to avoid regions with lengths of topiary, but it doesn't always work.

Ouch! ... Tree~

With a small step backwards, the lithe woman shook out her pelt, brushing away the bark that now clung to her chest. 

Now, this ought to be a fun day's worth of travel...



RE: Most days I don't recognize me - T.K. - April 03, 2022

this beardogbear thing was very very dumb. it was bear because it was thick furred and brown but it was dog because it made that little yelp sound when its head hit the treetrunk right ahead but maybe bears did that too and it was indeed a bear after all.

these pines interwove their beaches so thickly together being beneath the canopy felt like a house. maybe the holes in stone and ground shehe passed by were like houses too, but heshe was too afraid to go in. what if heshe ran out of air or the walls closed in and crushed himher like a frog beneath car tire? pop. expect heshe would not go pop and hisher innards and eyeballs would be stuck flattened beneath the ground forever or until something dug them out and ate them. 

nom nom munch crunch.

it made himher sick. which is why sheher did not approach the beardogbear thing. it could eat himher as well. bears did that. dogs didn't, though. maybe it was dog after all. maybe not.

the greyhound stood in place not far from it. what little wind snaked into the pinewood and around hisher legs carried herhis scent further forward than the runnerdog would like if heshe was aware of it.

but the beardogbear thing was very funny.