Hoshor Plains Memories of the land

Using for Scout trade!

There was a large plain of grass to the north that instantly caught her attention as she wandered away from the glen and across a river. It was unlike the others she had seen around her homeland; it was not green, but a muted gold that still dazzled underneath a winter sky. Quiet made an excited chirrup, almost like a bird, as she gazed over the grassland. It seemed to be endless - covering miles upon miles of land that rolled upward with hills and swept down into valleys. The blades of grass were tall, and from this distance they looked tall enough to even tower over her. The coywolfdog trotted towards the tall grass, parting the leaves and jumping into the grass. She hoped to herself that she wouldn't get lost admidst the golden blades.

It was not all verdant grass and hedges. Charred openings of land told her that a fire once ravaged the grassland. It must have been a terrible sight to see, especially if any creature lived her. She walked through the golden land, unaware that once this had been considered a waste by its former inhabitants. She strode through golden grass, then charred wastes, over and over and over again. It seemed endless.

There was one thing of note. In the middle of another pile of charred land, was a blackened pile. Intrigued, the coywolfdog began sniffing it, her nose pressing against what she assumed was charcoal. She had no idea of the memories it had, the significance it made, or what it truly was. It was just a bunch of ash to her.