Beyond the bison herd she discovered a day prior was fleeting trees in the distance. She saw that as a hope, perhaps a forest was to be near. Though firstly she returned to the others, and spent the day snoozing away, dreaming, of a home of promise. When she rose up it was just the morning, sun settling in and carefully removed herself to not wake the others.
Too curious, she was, to see beyond the trail of trees. A following through that of the sleeping meadows and golden hour rising through. A golden wolf, through the plains in a curiosity, a thirst for knowledge. The true beauty to come was to that of the golden glade — like scattering woodlands, a coverage to the plains itself. Hedges and bushes laid through the land, a forest, and yet, not. As she approached closer a blush to the face as it felt right, like to shine through to the place. She stepped closer to a hedge, a plucking of a berry and a desire for more — but stopped.
The forest glowed in the morning sun, for the true golden hour had arrived to this land. Uriel gasped in an awe of wonder.
@Rannoch @n"Sunneva"
Too curious, she was, to see beyond the trail of trees. A following through that of the sleeping meadows and golden hour rising through. A golden wolf, through the plains in a curiosity, a thirst for knowledge. The true beauty to come was to that of the golden glade — like scattering woodlands, a coverage to the plains itself. Hedges and bushes laid through the land, a forest, and yet, not. As she approached closer a blush to the face as it felt right, like to shine through to the place. She stepped closer to a hedge, a plucking of a berry and a desire for more — but stopped.
The forest glowed in the morning sun, for the true golden hour had arrived to this land. Uriel gasped in an awe of wonder.
@Rannoch @n"Sunneva"
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