The forest was thick, most of the open space obscured by the masses of thin bamboo trees and occasional shrubs here and there. The ground beneath them was dirty and brown, but it was flatter than a plate, with very little bumps and curves visible. This made it all the more pleasant to run on. Speaking of running, a young, 12-year old girl was doing so this very moment. Her steps were quiet, but fast paced. Tarahi's winced in pain every now and then when the pain of running bare-footed was too much for the girl, and would have a short rest before beginning again, continuing the cycle. A soft breeze would suddenly appear, gently blowing back her messy pink hair, and causing her plain black kimono to shake a bit.
"This feels great," she spoke in her soft, innocent voice, relishing the fresh sensation which surged through her body as the breeze came, "Thanks mister wind." Though no reply came, Tarahi considered the whistling of the dying breeze a "You're welcome" from the wind, and continued her running. She didn't know why she continued running, though she enjoyed it. Tarahi always got a certain thrill out of the exercise, and right now, there was no other place she would rather be.
"This feels great," she spoke in her soft, innocent voice, relishing the fresh sensation which surged through her body as the breeze came, "Thanks mister wind." Though no reply came, Tarahi considered the whistling of the dying breeze a "You're welcome" from the wind, and continued her running. She didn't know why she continued running, though she enjoyed it. Tarahi always got a certain thrill out of the exercise, and right now, there was no other place she would rather be.