⇀ xyl starter | @ablueandasuper
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{➹} – GREEN HILL WAS A QUIET PLACE at the right time of day. Granted it wasn’t a large city like some, and was fairly modest in comparison to other places on South Island. But, on weekends, mid-morning in the summer, there was hardly a soul in the forest and the lack of activity made it a serene location for hiking, picnicking or sightseeing for anyone trying to break the mundane tasks of school or work, even both for some.
Or, in some cases, it was perfect for exploring.
Which was exactly what one person, one child, was doing that very morning. Weaving in and out of the trees, undergrowth and the like, Lyra was perfectly at home and only stopped occasionally to scribble something in the small journal she kept in her pocket. It was a beaten little book, clearly loved and full of indecipherable scribbles for most adults, but it was hers and that’s what mattered. She could, and would, get lost for hours recording her findings in the book.
It was while she was doing just that, drawing a rough picture of a small flower to show her parents later, when she suddenly heard something shift behind her, causing her to stop rather abruptly and look back. She may have been perfectly at home there in the wilderness but she was not at ease around strangers, and she knew all too well that anyone looking for her would have announced themselves beforehand. Faster than thought, she hid behind the nearest tree, tucking the small notebook away for safe keeping.
It only last a few moments. Peeking from behind the tree, too curious for her own good, the girl tried to get a better look at what, or who, had caused the sound.
