She always noticed that when, in the forest, a florescent, luminous, like the bioluminescence floating sea wrapped her like a shawl or cloak. so she could travel forest-deep, past the vine-entwined stone façade, cross the log bridge that swayed to the rhyme of the water rushing below. She was fey like a witch, magic like a changeling, protected like a wood nymph, and a skeptic like the human woman she was. Humans miss the mystical, mythical, magical when progress altered the DNA strand forever. In some, a tiny twitch remained; often unnoticed or acknowledged. She was getting closer with each walk.
portended for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge 116