Fairy Ring

the trees are tall and pale gray. they form a perfect enclosure with all the branches high in the sky to provide coverage without inducing claustrophobia. 

the ground is covered in patchy grass and moss. small roots crawl just under the surface. it is surprisingly level and smooth.

the sun slants through the trees from the west. day is not dying, but it is full grown. the air is quiet and sweet, with a pleasant breeze that begins to help the girl relax. 

she can breathe, relax. she is safe here. no one else comes to these trees. they are hers alone. she is enclosed and protected, and yet free to leave at a moment's notice. she can see danger coming from any direction.

she is far away enough from the chaos and potential danger, but close enough to hear if her mother (or father) calls for her. but they won't. this is her time of peace and quiet and safety. her port in a storm.

if she waits quietly, the fairies will come to her.

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