And a Stick to Beat You With

Jul 03, 2007 13:23

The jungle was alive with sounds.  Birdsong, the rustling of leaves overhead where the breeze still reached, the rush of the stream.  The air was thick with the smell of loam, moss, green, and wet earth.

If the breeze could get down through the trees it would be a very pleasant walk.

They were barely a half mile up the trail and Oona felt her clothing sticking to her, the sweat running down her back, between her breasts, the back of her legs.  She was glad for the jeans, however.  Her legs might have been cooler in a skirt, but she’d get more cuts on her legs, and occasional bug bites.  She seemed to avoid the worst of that problem, as the local insects didn’t seem to care for her blood type.

Adam seemed to be in a bit better shape.  But then, he was more fit.  She really needed to get back into a routine.

Oona leaned on her walking stick as they moved up hill.

“Well, at least the walk is beautiful.” She had to smile as she plucked a peach colored hibiscus in passing and stuck it behind her left ear.

“I’m noticing there seems to be more than a few fruit bearing trees and bushes.  Some I never knew were native to the tropics.  And some seem to be in fruit, while others are just blooming, the same plants. “This place is just… odd.”    

oona, methos

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