Take Yourself Home

Primrose · (This post was last modified: September 30, 2020, 07:52 PM by Primrose.)

SETTING: Golden Glade
Weather: Overcast
cool
Midday
TERRITORY: Golden Glade

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The small boy wanders through the paths of the glade with glee, his large paws slapping their way through the shallow puddles left over from the god's wallowing. What once was a swamped land was now lush with the colors of fall, the fire of the forest now reigning free from the confines of his maker's tears. But of course—Primrose was unknown to this. He was just a boy skipping his merry way with tail held high and nose scouring out the leaking sap of the trees.

His fur, bright pale orange and curly was now adorned with bits and pieces of petals and leaves from his last romp around, and among them a little sticky from the nectar he was hungerly licking. If anyone were to come across him he would be oblivious, in his own world as he happily ate and sung a little tune.