To celebrate, I am offering another excerpt from her adventure.
He wasn’t a fool. I admitted that. As I stood in the shelter of a rather large pine with more character than its neighbors, I watched Tourth.
Kat was right. He obviously needed to move to think. He paced back and forth along the top of a fallen tree. He struck the side at regular intervals with a stick in his right hand. I couldn’t hear his voice, but his lips moved as though he were speaking to himself or perhaps praying. A fall of sopping brown hair was plastered to his forehead. I was debating whether or not I should interrupt his thoughts when he turned and jumped off the log with a squelch. Frowning down at his soaked feet, he grew still amid the constant uneven tempo of rain dripping from leaf to leaf over our heads.
I stepped from my shelter and approached him. “Have you decided?”
His head snapped up in surprise. “How did you find me?” he demanded. “I didn’t leave a trail.”
I debated letting on that he had. His trail, though fainter than the one an inexperienced man might have left, was easy to follow. Settling on a more elusive response, I shrugged. “Kat asked us to find you. She is getting worried.”
Do you know someone who needs to move to think?
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