August 19, 2020, 12:53 PM
Miriam laid on a smooth rock, a bit away from her den, and near the edge of Neverwinter. Enough where the cloak of the forest could rinse away the rain that tried to touch, but enough that she peaked out. A small, purple flower was grasped between her paws. as she watched the world.
She held it for @Asmoses.
She held it for @Asmoses.