Bramblepoint my sweet torment

AW, but perhaps a @Ceridwen. set for the 18th

his mind swirled with dancing thoughts of recent events and discussions. of younger siblings, of alluring scents, of the girl he'd met in the glen. would he see her again? his heart pulsed with a schoolboy beat as he traversed through the bramble. 

spring fever washed over him in the depths of winter, and he felt a rush of youthful anxiety. 

the sound of a gentle stream drew him near, and the boy slowed his steps to the edge of a pebbled bank. neck lowered to drink in the chilled water, a poor attempt at cooling the burning thoughts of his mind.