Dawnlark Plains ~Along I go to the shore of memory….~

Two days past and she is now nearing the coast little by little, anyone who may know something about John’s whereabouts may step in and muse her.

The coast, little by little, she could smell it frequenting the air. She was still in a plain, so she found an old hallowed out log and managed to make it well enough just for a small shelter. She set her rations inside, and went out to look for herbs that may be used for any reason. There were plenty of larks here, singing their morning songs. It pleased her, but made her think of the times when mom would sing hymns to her and John before bed.

She reveled in these soft memories, almost dreaming of them and Johns presence. She let them go, slowly slipping away. She turned her attention to the world around her, the larks had stopped singing for a brief moment…. She listened too around her, was someone there? Something perhaps, not just a mysteriously soft voice on the wind?