Wild Berry Meadow you were coming across as clever, then you lit the wrong end of your cigarrette

:3 :3 :3 <3 

Still curious about what the land had to offer, Étoille moved east. The days were growing warmer. It was summer now. He did not really have a preference in the seasons - how predictable - but the longer days came with more opportunities. It also came with a deep desire to lay on the dirt and bake. He felt languid.

He was not the only one, it seemed. The figure was easy to spot. Bright red in the greens and delicate pinks of the meadow. They were rolling in the field, a bit aways from Étoille's stretched out figure. He did not rise to his feet, but stretched and lifted his immense head, watching her. She had not seen him and he could leave her be. But he did not want to startle her. Politely he cleared his throat. "Good day."