Jade Fern Grove Stay Gold

@Reverie

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She cut through the woodland and followed the river upstream. The sun was going down and the evening was golden. She found her perch in the roots of a fallen grand elm, some high ground where she could observe rousings of the vesper.

Finches floated through the trees and emerged into her clearing—pairs, singles, groups. She watched them arrive quietly from her throne of thorns. Some chattered in hushed, excited tones, others came wordlessly. She wondered how many other lonely roving beasts they’d made company of in their wandering.

She inhaled deeply, trying to consume it all. There were rare moments of simple content in a solitary life, she knew to hold onto them when they came.