Sun Mote Copse my muses, my bruises

ghost proceeds jr, flying ahead at ease now that they'd returned to sun mote copse, riding the gusts of air with elegant and raptorial dips and dives before careening back up.

jr watches him with muted amusement, glad that he was enjoying himself.

she is at ease herself, now that she's back at the copse. her steps are leisurely, exploring her new home at her own pace.

spring had begun to chase away the chill, the morning sun warming upon her back. she draws in a deep breath, letting the breeze draw across her muzzle as she lifts it slightly skyward, noting how the first signs of spring smelled different.

jr's attention turns back to her chosen path, side stepping a small sapling.