Jade Fern Grove No, I’m not a go-getter

“No,” comes the quiet confession.

And yet, flowers were flowers- lovely but latent, lacking complexion. Living in a world without fear, without politics or judgment. She could not say the same of their wolven counterparts. She was a creature; flawed and fickle, capable of inflicting so much damage. As much as she may have wanted to compartmentalize herself in such a convenient way, she could not.

“It’s beautiful, really. But… I have wished for people to change. Family. Friends. Only, mostly myself,”  She considers this, wearing the backs of her teeth with a nervous tongue ears falling in shame. 

And if this was all in her head… well, she wasn’t sure she liked that answer either! Yet here she is seeking out a perfect stranger for life advice, in what can only be a clear lapse in common sense. Maybe she is losing it.