Some progress in the deep pines that though they are mine the haunt me.

She paused at the door,looking down at her feet. She turned those sparkling eye upon me, her brow furrowed in deep thought.
“Would you like to escort me to a party this evening?” she asked with eyes alight. I nodded out of habit not knowing what the right answer would have been. I hated people, especially the deep crowds of the stations. They were a necessity to me but no less of a troublesome burden.
“Great, Ill have a suit brought in for you” she said her face lighting up with joy. It was as if she would have been miserable attending alone. I would have figured a women like that would be overjoyed at the prospects of mingling with the high born that attended such events. Perhaps my perception of what she is and isn't was flawed in some way. Only time would tell who or what she really is, I prayed to anyone who would listen she was not a beast hiding in the flowers. Everyone was hungry for something in this world, some would consume it in every way were they able and others want but one bite to be satisfied. Again she left with the quiet click of the door latching and I was left to my thoughts.
My eyes grew tired,I slipped inside my mind back to the pines. The earthen air was heavy with impending rains the pines swayed in storms gale and the shadow still babble and cackled. It had changed from a place of peace into a more nightmarish visage of its former self. I didn't know what this terrifying transition was telling me but it bore the air of a foul omen. I hoped it shed little light onto the future of reality and that I would return to the quiet quarters I had left for this. The storm rolled in and the sun became but small rays in the impending onslaught. Terror swept across me like wildfire and I clawed my way out of this image back to the finery of the high station home that seemed so peaceful.