Sun Mote Copse the most of all your fellows

it is in the infancy of dawn when jr likes to do her patrols, especially since the heat has chased her into the shade and swimmable water sources lately to cool off. though she does not know, jr likes to think that it's during this time the world is as quiet as she knows it to be. logically, she knows there are sounds but she hears nothing. only a toneless sort of monologue to accompany her thoughts.

ghost has perched upon her shoulder after a couple minutes of her contemplative staring into the yawning horizon. she can feel him fluff up and preen his feathers.

he is impatient to keep moving, but for once in her life jr is content to stand there and watch the sun rise over the crust of the earth.