A burr did catch upon Ghost's long tail. Raven's heart became heavy with her thoughts. Their progress was slowed down. Brush, crevices, snarling roots reached up from the ground to trip them up. Raven thought back to where she always called home. The striking differences, stark reality. No more Zoo's, to many endangered animals.
A person didn't own pets, you might, if you were really careful, see a dog or cat in the MET. Yet, at one time people had them in their homes for sheer enjoyment. A middle class family made over a quarter of a million dollars annually. This afforded them a very tiny thousand foot one bedroom apartment in a triplex.
Cars existed for nobody that wasn't Council. Gas was a thing of rumors. Forests were dying acres by minutes. Oceans were drying up by the gallons in a single day. The rain that did pour down, burned you. The sun was forbidden to be enjoyed. As Ariana, she saw some gruesome sights. Stubborn people willing to sit in their little five by five yards.
The very wealthy stayed away from the masses. Movies stopped, Fine dining meant something they concocted to be used as meat. Trying to have a natural child was rumored to be as tough as getting into America after Homeland was placed. Children laughing wasn't heard. You worked for The Council or The Met.
No buildings were more than two stories tall. The way of thinking somebody could survive a jumping out a second story window. They weren't concerned of the life saved. The not having to fire up the ovens. Nobody buried. Dating wasn't heard of for there wasn't any point. You really couldn't procreate. Not marry without a million dollars in a Council Savings Department. Or the ever loving CSD.
Raven came out of her thoughts just as the low branch scraped her bear's head. She wore it she knew the snow covered mountains were coming up soon. Leaning down to Ghost rider she soothed him with an apple. His head was to busy looking for their safety.
