Wild Berry Meadow o, how my flesh summers

u get my 500 @Maegi ❤️

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It was a drowsy, suffusing spring afternoon in the bejeweled meadow, and the fauna residents — once so rowdy in the daylight hours — were quieting now, for the moon had begun to crest regardless. They were starting to roost into their earthly homes; to rest and to prepare for the next day’s labors.

Aurëwen, however, was infuriatingly restless, and some hours ago had set southbound for some manner of forage. She longed for balaur and belea to roam with her, farther and further; but for now, she lounged in this berry-bliss, and furrowed a silver brow at why she’d never crafted one of those animal-skein totes earlier. Only then would she be able to return to her babes with worldly treats, as she wished to.

Presently, the silver was lain upon an elbow and her side, scarred face canted to nibble and lave at the tufts between the toes of one dainty paw; rivulets of mauve and blush dribbled down to the elbow, only to return back to the warmth of the earth, droplet-like. The stains had to come out eventually, right?

In some anguish that said stains were being so stubborn, Aure promptly unfurled onto her back and stuck all fours out in a predominantly Isilmë-ish manner. She sneered at the heavens, lolled onto her other side, and gave a long, luxurious stretch that ended in a bereft, grumbling groan.

Should she simply snooze another hour away, given there was nothing to fear, here, aside from paint smudges?