Phoenix Maplewood Conglomerate

Maybe @Sunny? All welcome, though!

The woods were nice. Easy loved the plains that reminded her so much of her birthplace, but there was something very special about being in the woods, surrounded by strong, ageless sentinels and the sounds that came with them. It reminded her of being small enough to stand beneath her father, sheltered between his massive forelegs. She was nearly the same size as him, now. But in the woods, she still sometimes felt a similar sense of safety.

She thought back to the song he'd sung at the beach, wondering if Morningside had their own song. Slowly, an idea began to grow. Easy hummed under her breath as she passed through the forest, mapping it out in her mind's eye.