Rita never knew how much exploration could raise her spirits. Or maybe it was staying in the evergreens that had kept them down. Either way, traveling seemed to have done the girl well. There was a pep in her step again. A sense of conviction, of resolve. A goal to pursue. Fun to have along the way.
She’d come upon the geysers not long ago; perhaps a night or two. Margarita was an over-achiever, guilty of pushing herself past limits she probably should. That had left her exhausted once she’d arrived, a state that certainly warranted sleep. That was a thing she didn’t like doing much. The dreams she had gave her an unpleasant ache now. One that she worked to dissipate as soon as her eyes opened once again.
Sightseeing made it easier. And the geysers were a weird sight to see.
Steaming water dotted the otherwise barren landscape. She was no stranger to flat land, but this time, there were hardly any plants. Hardly any green. The closest she could see was far off in either direction, just thin strips on the horizon.
But there were some plants.
Most of them were either dead, or ones she’d already seen: flat yellow flowers, beady yellow flowers, some long, pointy ones.
Then, there was this big one. A sprawling thing, with velveteen leaves, growing low to the ground. Needless to say, Margarita was intrigued. She’d sat by the thing for a while now, looking at it from every angle, poking through its foliage.
She knew she had to have it.
Bending her head down, the girl hooked her jaw around the plant’s base, and pulled.
Mar 26, 2018 11:16 PM
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