Wapun Meadow [ꕥ] Time's a wastin'

Cera had to admit, It was pretty here.

The bloom of seasonal flowers – some she'll admit she hadn't even seen before. Small critters running roundabout between semi-high grass blades, and songbirds singing distant melodies as the sun beamed gently on the meadow. Yes, it was pretty here; but not as pretty as home was.

At home, the flowers were none but shelf decoration for the vast blue sea that lies just beyond the cliffs. Instead of the sound of songbirds were the cries of seagulls – instead of the scent of soil and petals, was the scent of sea salt and brine. It wasn't the prettiest of sounds, it wasn't the most pleasant aromas – but it was still home, nonetheless.

Just thinking about it made the little witch homesick.

Stretching her forelimbs and splayed toes into a stretch, Cera's bodyweight crushed the delicate daisy bed beneath her as she lay Pharoah-style within the meadow. The morning was still young – and with nothing planned for the rest of the day, she hadn't much planned on leaving her little safe spot just yet. For now, she would wait for the sun to rise and the stars to die off…