"I ain't got much to go on for 'magination, save for 'green'!" she calls back, feeling her voice whip back and hit her in the face.
But that's all she really needs. She's read the fables. She pictures lush, heavy boughs, and moss-covered earth, and she grins when she feels the cold spray of water kicked against her shins.
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But that's all she really needs. She's read the fables. She pictures lush, heavy boughs, and moss-covered earth, and she grins when she feels the cold spray of water kicked against her shins.