Charles & Freya Departure

      With Freya as my companion we ventured forth from the depths of the tree bridge which we had hollowed out the day before. The laser now completely spent on the few sunroof style windows he had cut through. The light was key, but also we hung several leaf buckets for water all along the bridge under each window, as this was much easier access to water than pulling up the bucket and lowering it again.

      The forest was dense and beautiful with large red and blue foliage on this side, much more so than on the upper western side, it must have been the root system of the forest’s more readily available access to water. The first day we travelled through the deep blue rose bushes the size of my head, which gave birth to large blackberry tasting berries, which Freya gave leave to eat. The red flowers rippled themselves birthed amongst the blue, but on a different bush, with no thorns at all. Not like the blue blackberry bushes at all, whose thorns seemed as Raptor claw, able to leave deep gashes in my arm or take my hand off, if not careful.

      Much of our day was spent ducking and weaving through the bushes until we found a small clearing before dusk, as we did so we could hear, what I could only guess to be, drum beats far off in the distance somewhere before the marsh or body of water I guessed to be the opening in the forest canopy from our vantage point atop the cliffs at home. Here we built a small fire and rested the night, Freya spoke much of the forest’s beauty and danger, but we were both too tired from our day’s trek to remember much, for soon we knew nothing but the darkness of sleep without dreams.

In all hopes of returning,
Charles & Freya