A New Light

Today was another day spent traveling over the world she never had a chance to explore before now. Her mother, though loving, was probably more social with the spirits of the dead than she was with any living soul. She never took Serene out to meet many other wolves, nor did she really ever leave her willow trees or spiritual grounds. So the here was the sandy fae, out wondering through the grounds of a seemingly bountiful land. Life rolled over the hills with a warm glow; flowers of every color, bright and dull, with herbs sprinkled in between. It was a sight she knew her mother would have rolled over in joy just to see.

Slowly did Serene make her way through the valley, taking her time to lean in and investigate each and every flower that gained her attention. But one in particular caught her eye; bright purple flowers clumped together on a high point, sitting in the warm sunlight. She could recognize it as lavender. Her mother adorned this herb, saying that it was one of the most beautiful herb she could find. Softly did the fawn woman circle around the bunch, taking in their lovely scents... it reminded her of those foggy days, with her mother and their storage den. She sighed softly before sitting down beside the herbs, letting their scent, the warmth of the sun, and the sight of a new world surround and overcome her senses.