A DRAGON TALE….KRISTEN—SPELLING???? 🙂
The leaves crunching under my feet and the smell of jasmine and cherry blossoms awaken all of my senses as the sun beams through the trees. This crisp morning is perfect for gathering berries for the day’s meals. I left just after my brothers and father did for their hunt, hopefully far enough behind them to not scare off their prey. As I thud along the path, I am reminded at the two reasons I cannot accompany my family, my gender and my lack of stealth. The Anadorie wood is my refuge anyway. I much prefer the silence of gathering on my own.
I can hear fox pups playing off in the distance as I come up on the stream where the best blackberry bushes grow. I climb up onto a huge flat rock…
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