Hello, hello again.

Alamea was lost; this was becoming a pattern with her. Delicate snowy paws brushing through the grass. Rose colored orbs surveying her surroundings; jutting outcroppings of rocks dotting the horizon, these drew the white youth towards them. How had they all gotten out here? With slow deliberate steps she approached a large one, the sides were rough and rounded, the top slanted slightly but nearly flat. With a single swift movement she leapt upon the boulder. The hot summer sun had heated the rock nicely and she lazily lowered herself upon it. Paws dangling off the edges, belly pressed into the warm stone. A smile would spread across ebony lips, ivory lids dropping to cover those brilliant pink orbs. A gentle breeze played with her fur carrying with it a familiar scent, her smile grew bigger. She would wait, eyes closed for the approach of an old acquaintance.