Who: Janell and OPEN Where: Along a path When: Noon
Janell could never stand to be in her house all by herself. She pestered the staff enough that they might be forced to quit simply because of her running mouth. Desperate for air and for fulfilling the fantasy of running into a stranger Janell set out on foot. She wandered off of her own estate and onto a path. She of course went off the path (as she usually does) and found herself entering onto a new one. She had no idea where she was (the way she likes it) but she knew vaguely how to get back if she could just turn around and back track.
The sun was out today and the threat of rain might come up on her soon but for now she wanted to enjoy the light and the cool air that was surrounding her. The trees were providing excellent shade and she loved watching the bits of light that poked through the shadows. She kept her head down for a while to watch the ground. She wanted to see bugs and leafs and to see the light as it hit the ground. Eventually her head went up to stare at the tops of the trees to see if there were any birds around. Once she had felt she was successful in looking both up and down she thought to walk backwards.
Walking backwards took a bit of talent for some people and Janell did not have such a talent. She kept wandering off in a squiggly line and going off the path or running into trees. After a while she just decided to sit by a sunny patch of flowers on a fallen tree just a few paces from the path. She let her hair down and started to braid it and pick flowers and braid them into her hair. Janell had little concern for social expectations. She liked having her hair up but felt that it was restricting her when she was outside. Outside she liked to have her long hair down and free so she could feel a breeze trace through it if there was one. Putting flowers in her hair was something she was fond of doing and while she did such she started to sing to herself. The woman didn’t have the voice of an angle but she didn’t have one that would make people go running in terror. In her own little world Janell sang to herself while picking out flowers and threading them into her hair.