“Awful pretty up here, Ms. Ursula. I never tire of seeing the valley below. So colorful, but I love the green best,” remarked Jasper.
Every 5th of Po, the two friends would walk up Broken Pine Bluff and share the view. Even Winter didn’t hinder their monthly trek to the top of the hill.
“Yes, Jasper, it’s a view with room to spare, but for how long. It seems folks don’t realize the impact Mörken the Dark One had on our ancient forest,” said the wise woman.
“I can’t see what you’re driving at, Ms. Ursula. Are you saying the people don’t care about our beloved forest Ãlskad?” questioned Jasper.
“Ha, ha, not at all, Jasper. I was talking about how easy it is to assume things will never change. People often believe they will stay as they were in the past. Unfortunately, that is not the case,” replied the woman.
“Oh, I see. We Waldvolker like the old ways. When something big happens, it takes us time to see the changes. I am sure the younger ones will understand,” said her friend.
“If it were only that easy. People resist change in their beliefs. If I said, the honey bees would all die from poisoned water due to the Outlanders. You’d think I was mad. Bees have always been here, you’d say,” remarked Ursula.
“Most would, but not me. I have seen what the Outlander’s ways are doing to the land, but I see your point,” said Jasper.
The two talked about the land and its people, including humans, insects, birds, and others. “We live in a chain circle. If a link breaks, the circle fails, leaving all to suffer,” said Jasper.
“Out of sight should not be out of mind. Enough of this talk. Let’s get some tea and a few of my dewberry cakes and enjoy the day,” said the woman.
“That’s why we call you the wise woman, Ms. Ursula,” said Jasper with a wide grin.
The friends strolled down the path in silence. They thought about how the Waldvolker must care for Ãlskad, their beloved forest. If not, they risk losing her to apathy.
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