Golden Glade For the Sleepless Wanderings

@Aspen GIRL TALK!!!!!! although all are welcome

Shalon dozed under the stars from atop her boulder. The stone was still warm from the midday heat, eventhough the sun had set long ago. The star twinkled abover her as she maped out the stories her mother used to tell, and added her own. Mentally mapping out the shape of a bear, playing connect the dots with the shimmering lights in the sky. The Court vs. The Bear? The Bear Comes to the Court? The Dancing Bear? The Dancing Bear. That was it. While she had no incling toward the arts she did find herself as somewhat of a story teller. She weaved the fateful night of the bear attack into a story, which she linked to the star dotted bear in the sky.

The night air brought a subtle breeze which ruffled Shalon's coat. The calming sound of the trees swaying and the story of the bear reverberating within her mind. Shalon tried to sleep, but found herself surprisingly less tired than she thought she should be. And so sleep avoided her.