These Lonely Plains [CLOSED] Dec 1, 2015 21:52:05 GMT -5
Post by Ladonna on Dec 1, 2015 21:52:05 GMT -5
Winter was coming, surely. Many a time, Ladonna patrolled this field. To her, it was probably the most familiar land. In the Springtime, these lonely plains were flooded by wildly colored flowers and woke by clear blue skies. Though they made her sneeze, Ladonna absolutely adored the flowers. She remembered their tickles on her legs as she romped about and threw her body to their petals like some love-struck yearling. Only earlier this year this was. Romantically, she closed her eyes and envisioned herself back in that time. The wind dancing with her; the sun embracing her; time chasing her and never able to claim her, for time cannot tame the worry-free. Full of bliss, making her content and feeding her hunger for sweet ignorance. Ladonna smiled, encased in her brief memories. Feeling the sun's warmth leave her as it hid behind a speeding cloud, she opened her eyes, only to see a barren horizon sprinkled with distant trees.
Yes, certainly... Winter was just around the corner if it wasn't already here. She emerged from the thin treeline and stepped onto the dormant soil. Like a child, she thought fondly of nature. She was enchanted by the light wind spinning around her. Poetically, she'd think of the seeds laying asleep, awaiting Spring so they may blossom and enrich the world with their brilliance and beauty. She'd imagine herself a seed, just awaiting her own time to blossom... With the return of the warm sun, a subtle gust blew into the fur on her neck. She laughed to herself and, believing that she was completely alone, spoke endearingly to the open plain, "we meet again."
Nature, in Ladonna's whimsical mind, was her dearest and only friend. It always welcomed her and promised her adventure. Though it also challenged her, she sort of liked it that way. She also liked how it never judged her or spoke badly to or about her. It thought neutrally of Ladonna no matter what, and she thought of nature in the same. From time to time, usually just before she would go to sleep, Ladonna often wondered what real distant eyes thought of her... But did she really wanna find out..?
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