We climbed up the mountain by the light of the full moon, our pockets filled with crystals, our socks filled with gems, a pearl in the pinkie of my glove. We arranged them into perfect shapes a top the mountain. Placing them in snow that froze around them. We left them there to fill up with moonlight. We found three little huts – one for each of us- made of twisted made of bristle cone pine, the most ancient tree in the forest. We we sat inside them and shared the bottle of tea that Jack had filled with osha, cinnamon, chicory, ginger and spicy sweet herbs with names I’d never heard before. He said the tea was called Fairy Dreamland.

When our fingers froze beyond freezing, to the point where they would’ve shattered if you touched them. We ran down the mountain through the ice and the mud. Our howls echoed through the whole valley and filled everyones dreams with wolves.



~ by warpaintandwandering on March 1, 2013.

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