A widdle dwabble

Her blue eyes are are almost grey, reflecting the gray of the clouds. Her brown hair turns monochrome as she climbs into the tree. Feet methodically find footholds, and her hands grab worn branches. The book in her bag thuds against the pencil and white legal pad, echoing through the empty forest. A raven takes wing, cawing loudly. She answers in her own raspy voice: "hello there." She slips into a familiar crook, and absentmindedly takes out the book. It is an old tome, weathered and worn. The pages are rough yet smooth; the text is fading away. She flips to a page marked by a ribbon. Eyes staring through wire frame spectacles absorb every indigo letter, and calloused fingers scribble down notes and ideas. The raven watches interestedly, cocking her head. Blue-gray eyes meet black ones, and the young girl frowns. "I know it's time....I just don't want to go..."

So, comment if you like? This was just a thought that has been spinning in my brain today, so yeah....