No matter how she tried to let herself sleep in, the first rays of morning came in through her window to warm her and called her to the day. She began the way she always did, stepping out to her forest and digging her toes into the dirt and fallen leaves, connecting with the earth. It felt different this morning, more, like there was something else pulling at her.
Waving that off as lack of sleep talking, Brigid dressed for the day and walked along the beach towards the shop. She was a few blocks away when she heard it, the guitar and the voice, and walked in that direction. She didn't call attention to herself, she just sat, closed her eyes, and listened.
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Date: 2014-09-27 03:06 pm (UTC)Waving that off as lack of sleep talking, Brigid dressed for the day and walked along the beach towards the shop. She was a few blocks away when she heard it, the guitar and the voice, and walked in that direction. She didn't call attention to herself, she just sat, closed her eyes, and listened.