Wapun Meadow Wisest Ways of the Old

@Galileo



Adair had seen so many lands. Some were gorgeous, others were destroyed, but this land he currently trotted through gave him a sense of being one with nature. Such an open area, this meadow. It was delicately dotted with flowers he had not seen before, with a steady and constant breeze that ruffled his dark brown and light hazel touched fur in a soothing way. Such a beautiful place, this lovely meadow was.

Adair sat back to back, with an old oak that sat alone in the pasture. With a sigh of content, the aging hessian, closed his amberized hazel orbs, finding peace in the murmuring of the wind, the dancing of the grass, and the scent of life that accompanied the two muses that softened his heart to the world.