I had to pace around to get my bearings, but it was clear that I was on the right track. The difficulty, now, was finding any sings of egress in this forest after that downpour that I had almost been swept away in; before.
There was almost no chances of any footprints that just so happened to survive that amount of water. The earth was swept clean.
I closed my eyes, and mentally recounted the scene in its every explicit detail. The broad feather that I had held in my hand like a mighty saber, and the path I carved through the trees as I playfully absconded from the encounter in a casual arc, were a dance that I mimed myself through; step by step.
Slowly, I retraced my footsteps, until the sensation of Janny's hand on my bicep ripped me from my fantasy. I nearly jumped, but when I opened my eyes I was thankful for it, as I saw myself headed straight for a slender, newborn tree with stark, striated bands of black and white that indicated an accelerated growth period.
