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Sasha is out by the edge of the forest, walking the line of one of the pastures, to check the fence.
His mind is full and confused, and he is attempting to calm it by reaching out to the thoughts of the trees, cool and green and slow, but that's not working so well. It would probably be better if he touched them, and better if he picked something rather more in the animal line, but he's walking the fences, so he can't, and it hasn't occurred to him anyway.
His mind is full and confused, and he is attempting to calm it by reaching out to the thoughts of the trees, cool and green and slow, but that's not working so well. It would probably be better if he touched them, and better if he picked something rather more in the animal line, but he's walking the fences, so he can't, and it hasn't occurred to him anyway.