Meadowlark Prairie ojirojika

the meadow was almost barren. the grass had withered beneath the harsh light of summer; it felt brittle as the woman made her way, with a lingering note of smoke in the air. her purpose could have been to hunt, had she been fellahin, but it was not.
the open sky called to her and so satsu's attention was heavenward as she roamed, seeking something indeterminate within the gossamer of cloud above.