Role

Chapter 7

Braughe rests upon his haunches looking out at the waterfall.
The play of the water over the rocky edge as it pours wildly
into a broad pool. The water plays over boulders and large
flat of beige granite perhaps 3 feet under the surface. The
clear tannin colored water sparkling in its rush by clean
sunlight. He marvels as he always does over so many shades of
green, from the brilliant light green of the moss upon the
waters edges to the dark evergreen tree's over arching the
pool. The emerald green of the ferns upon the bank and many
more shades of the shrubs that grow in this verdant spot, its
beauty of the ancients capturing him once again in its thrall.

He marvels at the ancients power in full flood and the wild
growth that fills his eyes and meditates upon the regeneration
of this place after winters cold cessation of growth. He has
seen many springs and loves the season for its promise and
lets the idea of time slip away as he wanders about in the
instincts of his mind.