Emma had come to the forest looking for sweet berries to make a delicious pie for dinner.  It was like any ordinary day, the sun was half past midday and and she knew she would have plenty of time to get it done before her parents returned from the field.  It was hard work, keeping their home in order, but she also knew the work was even harder for her parents.  So, she learned to make her chores fun and less tiresome.  One was to trek into the forest to surprise her family with something new at least twice a week.  Today was one of those days.<br/><br/>She knew where the berries grew the most abundant.  It required moving deep into the forest near the base of the Drequ, the tall cliffs so high she could never see the top.  Once in a while she would discover a poor animal that found its death because of those cliffs.  It always broke her heart.  And as much as she disliked the area, the berries loved it.  So, she bowed to their desires and continued to trek through areas that scared her, for the rewards were great.<br/><br/>The day was becoming rather humid and she found herself wiping the moisture from her forehead often as she ventured deeper and deeper into the canopy of the trees.  She knew the way well, just as she knew that in another 15 odd minutes she would arrive.  Everything of this forest was known to her as if it had been her own private playground.  The sounds of the trees when they swayed in the wind, the call of the birds and the habits of the beasts.  Yes, nothing ever surprised her on these treks, until today, when she was startled by a howl like none she had ever heard before.  Stopping in her tracks, her eyes danced about the area trying to gauge which direction it had come.  But she heard no more.<br/><br/>Slowly, she began to walk again, telling herself it was some poor beast who had been harmed in some way.  She had encountered that before.  Sometimes they would let her help them, sometimes she would resort to other measures of safety.  But the howl was still fishing through her veins, telling her to go back, go back.   "But I've come so far already.  I cannot go back empty handed."  She said out loud to herself.  "I will only pick the blackberries that are the furthest away from the cliffs."   Because she was sure everything evil came from there.  Once again she began to walk with a light, merry song softly coming from her lips,  swinging her basket too and fro.<br/><br/>(No, your post are much longer than I'm use to, but I like it.  I just hope my writing is not boring compared to yours.)