Qeya River but i hear them now, inhale the clarity

an unfocused eye is sometimes what is needed to see the larger picture. she had found a sheep with skin that appealed to her, though she worried about keeping it clean. goat hide would be easier to keep pristine. from where she stood she watched the expanse, patiently waiting for something to catch her eye. 

a brilliant display of autumnal hues lights her mind ablaze. oh, that’s perfect, she thinks, before realizing this thing was a wolf and not something she could kill just because she felt like it. probably.

hey, she says, because she doesn’t think he’s paying enough attention to have seen her yet. are you getting up to something?