Dawnlark Plains Johnny brought a rocket to a knife fight

a valley of gold.

arletta walked the dry grasses drinking in the simplicity of the unwelcome land. it was welcome to her grieving soul and calming to rage that embraced her. she did not know these wilds. all she searched for died with her brothers, her mama, and her pops. there was nothing.

colors she looked upon fondly, the ones that cloaked her dear brothers, was carried by a man walking these plains alone; just as arletta was. blonde and ruddy fur moved in pursuit of something, motions of tracking across the flats.

"hey, mister." she called out, unsure what this meeting would bring.

perhaps she sought anything to break the stagnancy.