The shelter of the trees lent the perfect cover. Even in the blazing, brilliant day that had risen up, screeching like a hawk to herald huntsmen to their prey, so the tangled forest rose up like a messy, green net, hiding him from view.
Most of the woods had yet to come into bloom. The heavy, sleepy scent of departing winter still clung to the branches. Below, leafy debris huddled between the toes of the trees, dried brown and red, cinnamon and paprika to scent the sweet air. A soft fragrance of grass and sunshine flavored the dusty aroma of the forest, much like honey and sugar to dreary bowl of oatmeal.
His stomach gurgled at the memory of a missed breakfast. And a missed dinner for that matter. Well, nothing could be done for it now. The best he could hope for was an easy escape and a comfortable inn in the next town. At least he thought there was a town after the forest. Geography had never been his forte, but he managed.
Awarding himself a satisfied smirk, he snuggled down into the nook he had found. Long black branches spiraled overhead, their fingers dripping tendrils that had yet to come into blossom. A wild hedge and a shallow indention wound around the middle of the tree, thereby cutting off access to the bottom half. And if worse came to worse, he could huddle under twisted roots. Now if only he could find some nuts or something…
-- A few comments: I have no idea what Flynn thinks of food nor how his geography is, but it just seemed to fit. He doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who really pays much attention to where he is, as long as he's not in any danger of being caught. I mean, how many thieves are going to climb a giant tower just so they'll have a good spot to hide? Yeah, he seems like he'd be willing to try anything. But, of course, it's all up for grabs once the movie comes out. And that's all I've got.