Dusk grazed the grassy fields before her, painting the world in a certain fiery allure. There was a crispness in the air that had been missing for some moons now—the beginning signs that colder times were coming.
Lotus cast a stolen look over a slim shoulder, her own eyes tracing the heights that lead to the plateau. Her father was gone once more—scouting ahead, her mother had told her and Rhonen, but it was obviously to the silver dove Meadow worried more when Reyson wasn’t present.
Uninterested in watching her mother pace, the yearling stole away—a slender form of silver glazed with the setting sun as a nose lowered, investigating the hot springs and eagerly leaving behind anything that resembled worry and decisions.
Lotus cast a stolen look over a slim shoulder, her own eyes tracing the heights that lead to the plateau. Her father was gone once more—scouting ahead, her mother had told her and Rhonen, but it was obviously to the silver dove Meadow worried more when Reyson wasn’t present.
Uninterested in watching her mother pace, the yearling stole away—a slender form of silver glazed with the setting sun as a nose lowered, investigating the hot springs and eagerly leaving behind anything that resembled worry and decisions.
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