Emerald remained underneath the beautiful willow tree, listening distantly to the sounds of the forest around her. It all felt so alive, so free. Unlike the city, this place was just so... organic. Natural. Free of disturbances. And yet so strange. In fact, on Emerald's homeworld, such a place didn't even exist. She came from a world that felt plastic, manufactured. A strict systemic caste system with no room for defects.
The spot she had picked was exceptionally beautiful. The willow tree sat at the edge of a small clearing, marking the entrance to the really woody parts of the forest. The clearing had several other deciduous trees scattered about, but more or less it was a very sunny location. Not to mention Emerald had decided to come to this place at early morning, when the sun was up, but it wasn't too hot to enjoy it.
She glanced up above her, admiring the leaves of the willow. Slowly, she'd reach a hand out, stroking the soft, fur-like surface. It felt like an animal. And watching the way it swayed on the breeze, as if dancing, made it feel like an animal, as well. She watched for a moment, admiring the scenic view of the leaves as they danced in the breeze, shielding her from the sun like a great guardian, watching over the fields.
And oh, the fields! Before her, in the wide open clearing, lay hundred of flowers. A wide assortment of pinks, yellows, purples, reds, and blues, most of which were a pastel color. She'd heard that apparently flowers were suppose to have a delicious smell. Curious, she gently plucked one from where she sat lifting it to her nose.
It certainly had a unique smell. She couldn't describe it, because she'd never smelled anything like it before. There were no flowers where she was from, so they had never needed a word for it. The best way she could describe it was.... soft and sweet. The perfect word to describe a flower, it seemed.
She placed the flower back down, looking back at the book in her lap. So many thinks to write about, so little time, she thought as she opened the book back to the page she had been writing on. Once she found it, she took out her pen, and continued to write.
Life here is so strange. It's nothing like Homeworld. Everything's organic. The plants themselves seem to live and breath as if they were animals. And the flowers, oh the flowers! They smell so sweet and feel so delicate! Such things would be crushed under the oppressive nature of Homeworld. But here... here they can live free....
Her writing would begin to trail off when she heard a noise. She'd absently place the pen in the fold of the book, looking up.
When she did, her breath caught in her throat. Staring back at her, several feet away, was a wolf. She had never actually seen such a creature, only heard about it. But from what she heard she was almost certain this was a wolf. As she looked it over hesitantly, she also noticed that a small, miniature dog was standing by its' side. What was that, and why did it appear so much smaller and softer than the wolf?
Hesitantly, she'd smile at the creature. She wasn't sure if it was friendly or not, but she wouldn't provoke it to be aggressive regardless.
"Why, hello there," she'd say, quietly closing her journal as she stared back at the two canines.