A symphony of nightsounds brought the rolling fields to life in the dark. Long Rain’s ears were pressed forward to listen, and her eyes scanned the night with a wide stare. She hunted for something: a quick midnight snack, a place to hunker down, a face among the hills. It didn’t matter.
The hours without sunlight were not yet too cold to enjoy, and the moonrays that successfully fought through clouds to reach the ground had alighted the fields with columns of silvery spotlights. This was not a night to waste asleep. She stood tall among the lengthy green grasses, their thick blades grasping at her long limbs with a familiar touch, making her think of Bending Creek.
Quietly, she resumed her restless prowling.
The hours without sunlight were not yet too cold to enjoy, and the moonrays that successfully fought through clouds to reach the ground had alighted the fields with columns of silvery spotlights. This was not a night to waste asleep. She stood tall among the lengthy green grasses, their thick blades grasping at her long limbs with a familiar touch, making her think of Bending Creek.
Quietly, she resumed her restless prowling.
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ancestral follower - by Long Rain - October 22, 2023, 04:56 PM
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