09-26-2021, 07:35 PM
perhaps @Teodora
The plains laid in a quiet sense. The elk laid outside in a curl between each other, a herd in safety of the sunshine that went upon the golden grass. As now fall was coming, the flowers that were munched upon were slowly disappearing, and not regrowing into a beautiful bloom. What a shame, she thought, that the treat of the herd was no disappearing. Yet it seemed that they didn't care, showing but no annoyance, and hearing no bleating of their distress.
As she sat within the golden glade, an eye toward the elk.. A booming light shined across the world, a struck of thunder as the clouds starting rolling in. Though no rain to be seen.
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