Grouse Thicket Apple Blossom Of My Eye

new character, not new player

She slowly strolled through the trees. A familiar toon in her head and a smooth hum escaped from her throat and nose. Lost in thought she lingered in the past of the day before yesterday. Singing down to an unseen stranger. At times it was fun to think that it wasn't real, that it hadn't happened. That she simply made it up and her mind was that clever and imaginative. But it had been real and she wondered what other fantasy-like encounters she would come across now away from the comforts of home.

Lost in her mind she didn't realize as she became physically lost in the dense collection of apple trees. Not yet ready to blossom their buds of white and light pink were subtle yet stood out against their accompanying dark branches. The tucked-away grouse in the area were safe from this distracted hunter, at least for now.