Bramblepoint of the end of the world,

The sunflower girl moved with a nearly impossible grace, navigating the brambles as though she had known them all her life. Always she seemed to be wandering, and today was no exception.

A man stood ahead; tall and strong. But his size did him no favours here. She let out an impish giggle as she watched him, sliding through the bushes until she found herself just behind the man.

"You look as though the bushes have taken revenge on you." She said. "Have you offended them?"

She seemed to speak nonsense. The question carried a teasing tone for the intentions were not genuine.