Vision

Bronze skin catches dying light. Her muscles flex, heaving at the end of the chase. Another hanging narrowly avoided. Her breath slows, though she is anxious still. She waits for the woods to darken --she moves best in the moonlight-- and to her left, she catches a glimpse of a familiar bush. She smirks, pinches a berry from the bush, and crushes it in her teeth. A curious winds sifts through the trees and the light shifting in between the foliage starts to bounce from the leaves, echoing opalescence through the heaviness of night. The seer embraces disorientation and allows herself to fall into the fragrance of jasmine and pine. The moon focuses its glow upon her sun-beaten brow, and she directs her gaze toward the milky stars.