Emberwood I'm too careful and always in a rush

off in the distance was a white blur, but hosannah was too distracted by the many colors and shapes of the light. she was watching the leaves as she passed beneath them, and even approached one small sapling with the intent to reach up and inspect it thoroughly; but the voice that broke the stillness, and her reverie, came first. hosannah turned her head mid-rise, and as her torso fell soundlessly back to earth, a look of surprise crossed her features. it was unlike her to be so mindless — and this stranger was a brilliant gleaming thing, pristine and bright among the woods. how had she missed them?

greetings, she murmured, struck shy by her own ineptitude. after a moment of awkward silence she gave a little nod of her head, and looked around, wondering about the forest. is this place your own? it is beautiful - but the other did not hold the commanding presence of a leader, nor the posture to reinforce such a claim, so swiftly hosannah put that out of her mind. ah, you are like me. a visitor. it is a lovely place, don't you agree?