Fairspell Meadow Flowers and boys mix well

The scent of flowers pulled him from the borders. Their fruity and fragrant scent dancing on the breeze. A small fragile little petal moved along beside pollen.

Rhonen made it to the meadow a small little smile as he admired the way the bees buzz buzzed around the flowers. Their tiny legs heavy with pollen.

He found a small spot and lay down, belly down. Head on paws and watched. He was not easily hidden in the flowers. Much too large now. Rivaling even his father. But there was a gentle soul in the giants body.