Beautiful Eyes

The territory in which Ellis found herself setting paw in, well, it was beautiful. Willows were all around, the only type of tree found in the area, and they were older, their branches reaching out and almost brushing the ground. The small woman was in awe of them, mind wondering what kinds of plants would grow in such an area. So she would set off in her search, paws touching the ground with hardly a sound. The woman moved light on her feet, a practiced art that told of her choice to flee rather than fight.

Teal-green eyes would fall upon a good sized pond, plants growing around it. There were even lily pads floating on the water, frogs sitting on a couple. Ellis would slow, her tail wagging slightly at the sight. So many beautiful things lay hidden in this world, and in Alacritia alone. The female would take a breath, a bright smile coming onto her maw. Perhaps she could stay here for a couple hours before gathering any useful herbs and returning to the bay.