ESCAPE From the Tiny Basket: A Felarya Story by etharchildres, literature
Literature
ESCAPE From the Tiny Basket: A Felarya Story
It wasn’t exactly the same dream as last time, but she could almost tell immediately what it was leading to. Nevenez crouched cautiously in a field, it was just outside of Negav, the great and bustling city, she could still hear the bustling sounds of human voices as they marched to and from the great city. The forest was in front of her, and she had decided to return to it, but before she would make her journey she took the time to relax, sip from her water pouch, and listen to the forest. The sun was hot, but not unbearably so, she could feel a trickle of sweat running down her face. She was content, which was why she knew exactly where her dream was going. The other dreams started peacefully too, though never truly in the same place. In one she was nestled in a stony ruin with a small basket of tomthumbs for her to snack on, in another she lay comfortably in a tree, snacking on a branch of purple berries. It was that same feeling of contentment, the serenity, the feeling that