Emma Brave and Lila Sweet walked a nitpick pace down a dirt road. Nitpick for them anyway.
Neither had the slightest idea what stillness might be or if it had any merit. As they bounded in and out of hollows and ravines, exploring every nook and cranny on either side of the storm-ravaged road they kept up a steady, animated dialogue.
Their minds were curious, constantly shifting focus from one new find to the next, mirroring their movements with sharp precision, and missing nothing. They were never so happy as when allowed to drift through some unfamiliar place as they pleased, absobing every detail all the while running, climbing, jumping to conquer some new obstacle and better the view.
They were adventurers.
By design, intrepid and unfettered by the concerns of modern life, they dared to dream and think and explore whatever their minds could conjure, leaving no small wake of confusion behind. Theirs was the singular beauty of youth and grace, intellect and acumen.
They had no idea what lay ahead, and that is where this story really begins.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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