Dana is a tree hugger (![]() ![]() @ 2015-11-21 15:38:00 |
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Dana and John went into the forest at Dana's insistence. She was looking for specific trees. Friends, she called them, and friends they were. The forest took on a new shape, a new feeling. The trees weren't where they normally were and she wanted to make sure they were alright. With each tree she encountered, she touched at the bark thoughtfully and then occasionally made a strange sort of sound akin to creaking wood. Sometimes it sounded like the trees were responding. "This one used to be by the beach," she stated to John, "He misses the salt of the ocean in the air." This was far from where the beach rested with the crashing of its tumultuous winter waves. Gently, lovingly, she stroked a hand over the bark. Then Dana pressed her cheek against the bark, a sign of comfort. The tree would get used to its new place and find the joys it would offer. She backed away from it slowly and turned to John. "Some are asleep," she informed, "I don't think they'll remember they've moved. They won't until spring comes. They will be so confused." Dana looked a little sad but she smiled softly and then came over, pulling John into a hug. Physical touch was one of the ways that Dana showed she liked someone and often she took little notice of personal space until someone pointed it out to her. And then she tried to keep in mind for the future. |