Page 8 - GINGER

“Whoa…That’s rain! Rain!!!” She squeaked springing and unapologetically loud.

She loved rain.

She loved embracing it in her arms, and then throwing it off around herself with her
hands like white sparkle. But she didn’t get to see rain much where she lived.

Wobbly was the first talking creature she met in this new land; just like he was her first
imaginary friend who she had painted grossly at first and then finely across her attic
walls.

The only difference being he was as real as any slimy gel could be, and as warm as her
long lost childhood friend.

Ginger and her new found companion stood stuck in the midst of tall closely knit woods
that covered them overhead with their webbing branches and leaves, as their venture
and exploration took a halt.

“Hey! What…why am I not able to drench?” She asked Wobbly sadly and discerned,
looking at herself standing in the middle of the blue-green forresta.

“Sing.” He uttered just one word.

She looked at him baffled, unsure if Wobbly got the question wrong or if she got the
answer right.

“Sing, Ginger…”

He repeated, a whisper this time, completely lost and only looking in space at the now
aqua-green horizon, at every piece of wilderness that held the poured water just on its
surfaces in layers.

“All the world’s a treasure of blue, stars of gold will wait…”

She sang nervously for the first time, fumbling at words, wary of what it might make
happen this time, and soon she felt wetness absorbing over her cheek.

“Sing the rhyme with me nine times, and whiff the woes, aw..way…”

She completed her song looking around at the wizardry.

The droplets and dew danced around her and drenched her warm blushed skin to cold
and pale, and wetted her yellow dress, her golden brown hair and dripped across the
lashes of her emerald eyes.

Her eyes.

They reflected the exact colour of her world. Emerald.