Post by Raven on May 15, 2006 3:35:31 GMT -5
The sun filltered through the trees and a cold brezze off the lake flotted through making the trees sway. The woods slience was shattered by the cry of a raven as it settled on the lower branchs of a tree at the egde of a clearing. Moments later a lady bushed her way threw the branchs to reach the clearing, she looked up at the raven and shook her head "Dont choose the easy way or nothing" she told him. Sitting down in the clearing she rested from the travle through the wood, and listened to her raven.