fandomtownies | The Preserve, Friday Afternoon

It had taken over a week of being back on the island, but Octavia had finally made it into the preserve. And much like always, the further into the woods that she walked, the more freely she felt like she could breathe, the more full her lungs felt with every inhale.

She walked in far enough that she could no longer see anything except the trees in any direction.

And then she sat down.

And she pushed her hands into the undergrowth. Her fingers into the soil. Everything was an attempt to connect, lately. With her people, with her surroundings, with herself.

And some efforts were more physical than others.

[ooc: Open, of course.]