Lake Rodney We don't like when visitors come

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@Rannoch

Through the night she had danced with the glowflies, twirling herself around whilst regarding them with fondness. They had shone their lights brightly as they soared through the open air, silent yet beautiful, and without the ability to disturb anyone. As she thought back to that night a smile formed across her lips, a part of her wishing to go back and relive it, though she knew that she could not. Her journey was not yet over, so onward through the Teekon Wilds she trekked. Over the rolling fields of soft grasses, she ran, feeling as if wings might sprout from her back at any moment and carry her away. There was no one with her to insist that she maintain a serious composure, she was free to be as careless as any child should. It had not lasted long, her wings clipped by the woodland whose canopies she roamed beneath. Thorns pricked at her pads whenever she stepped somewhere without first looking down, or they reached out towards her fur and became tangled. Distressed, she was unable to enjoy the fruits that the forest had to offer, and was overjoyed as soon as she broke away from its clutches.

In the distance, she could see the fading sunlight reflecting off of the surface of a lake. The sight lured her in, insisting that she inch closer and closer until, finally, the water was wrapping itself around her ankles. It was cool, but not terribly so, and offered a great deal of relief to her sore feet. Letting her eyes slide shut, she loosed a soft sigh and enjoyed the moment whilst it lasted.

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