- you looked at death in a tarot card -
The first light of daybreak kissed the rolling fields that she traversed with purposeful, yet delicate steps. Her head was hung low, neck leveled with her nimble shoulders as she sauntered through the dew dappled grass. Felwood stopped in her tracks at the sight of a small band of deer up ahead, her ears swiveling left and right to keep an assessment on her surroundings while she observed from afar. They shared eye contact for a quiet moment, almost setting an understanding of the space between them. They continued to graze and so Felwood followed. She took in mouthfuls of the sweet, plush grass, but no more than that. A weathered satchel hung around her shoulders, craning her neck over so the mare could shovel her nose into the bag. There was naught but a handful of berries she picked before she found these fields; the perfect finishing touch on a refreshing breakfast.
- and you saw what you had to do -
