[private] sweet summer haze; Chryseis

[Velkan]

I don’t know this, so it’s a secret, but I inherited my love of sunbathing from my grandfather. Only, when he used to stretch out in the soft grass of the Dale it was adorable. When I do it, vultures come to check to see who left bones for them to fight over. Seriously! That has happened. I’ve also woken up to a dog chewing on my leg which was ridiculously rude of it, if you ask me. Should have seen the look on the faces of those critters when I moved though - they were not expecting that. Still, sometimes I like to tempt fate a little bit. The sun isn’t as intense in the late hours of the afternoon, and the golden light makes me feel more alive than I probably look. I paced the meadow for the better part of the morning, trying to find the most perfect spot, and finally settled on one in an area that doesn’t see too much hoof-traffic and away from the trees so that I can really enjoy all the sun has to offer. I don’t sprawl out in my side, but curl my spindly legs beneath my body as best as I can. My head stays up, tilted slightly so I can feel the rays of the sun upon my face. And I don’t sleep but instead daydream, letting my thoughts wonder and letting the briefest hints of hope flare up in my heart. I’ve had a rather surprisingly nice time here since I’ve returned, you know. No one’s tried to eat me (yet) and I’ve even made a few friends. There’s a tingle in my chest I don’t quite understand when I think of these few first, tentative friends. When I think that maybe, maybe I don’t have to wander any more. Or… my black eyes open briefly and look down. Alright, so maybe that tingle is just the bumblebee that has landed there, checking out whether to see I’m just a big ugly black flower.

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@[Chryseis]