Grouse Thicket Apple Blossom Of My Eye

The wind was in his favor and thus against hers. The only thing that filtered through her nose was the faint scent of early blossoms and a lively, chaotic, untraceable grouse. Thus when a pair of grouse decided to interact with one another, either attaching or flirting, their wrestling caught her attention as she lifted her head, paused, and looked off in a direction opposing her stalker.

She wasn't hungry but the dances of feathered beings were always enchantingly disorganized and entertaining. Their dance floor was a small clearing and she lowered herself to the ground and crept forward before laying down at the edge of the clearing. She didn't want to disturb them and keep her ears open and up for her personal movement. Making sure she didn't make too much noise.