Overture Downs in xanadu did kubla khan

felipe’s travels lead him deeper into the wilds. he rarely stopped for breaks and would only do so for food and rest, then he would hit the road again. it grew colder and colder by the day, winter was just around the corner. the young male wanted to keep on his feet, be ready for anything.

however, a wide, everlasting meadow coerces him into taking a small break. he slowly strolls through the grass, humming softly to himself. all would be still if not for the dark furred girl. curiosity got the best of him and it guided him towards the stranger.

she is an enchanting thing. those bright green eyes against her midnight pelt draw him closer. “hello, ómorfi,” he calls to announce his presence.