LapisBufonis

A Jungle Full of White Roses Chapter One It is the beginning of my eighteenth dry season, the ending of my seventeenth wet season and a few days shy of my day of first breath, when the call of a human ship shattered the serenity of the my forested lands. The tattoo on my right arm marking my ascension into adult is healing over and the scabs were slowly breaking off, though the bruising still remains. I bump it hard against the edge of a dead tree when the shout echoes through the woods and startles me. I am underneath that dead tree pulling out small plants, plants that only grow in shade and only grow in the most nutritious of soil, when