Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27458579-20170625182511/@comment-27458579-20170627130309

(Just replying this to fill up the absence since I can't really roleplay without Indiya at the moment)

As I'm watching my new ally in front of me study the forest, I realize I'm doing the same. The trees, really, are gorgeous. They all vary in length, width, and colors. Some are dead, some are on the ground, fallen, and rotting. Some look to be brand new, just beginning to sprout. For a second, this flashes me back to my home. My home where I was always found in the woods. I really do love the forest. I feel it holds a refuge for so many beautifully crafted creatures. From turkeys, to bunnies, to deer, to small birds. Speaking of birds, I hear them exchanging their little song again. It has this rhythm that truly is calming to my ears. It's a four note song that reminds me of a child's lullaby. A song a mother would sing to her crying, flustered baby to make it fall asleep and calm down. For a moment, I forget that I'm in the Arena and I begin to wander off. Not too far from my new ally, but just enough to take in more of the forestry scenery that is landscaped so perfectly in front of me. I exhale as a smile dares to tug at the sides of my lips as a small butterfly lands on my hand. It's orange and black and has very little, tedious speckles of white lacing the outer liner of the black rim on it's wing. It's a monarch butterfly. Truly a beautiful creature.