Meadow

a home had been found, made. roots were beginning to set. eos however, thought nothing of that as she moved to venture back to the commons. the swim was short, and brought levity to her spirit. the venturing awoke her nomadic spirit, and brought back pleasant memories of her time traversing the land. she had done that more often than not since her youth -- not to suggest it was anything but pleasant. she simply had been touched by a wild and vagrant whim, that was more times than not, too strong to ignore.

the dunes suited her, and brought comfort. she suspected once winter delved deep into the islands there'd be less of it there with shaydowfax and the herd. a kinder escape, a shelter to warm both the body and spirit. for now, before winter set upon them, eos would wander and explore this new place she'd found herself in. the commons. the meadow was different though, she suspected. not quiet learnt in the ways of the islands yet, she was still piecing together their customs. the meadow did not carry the stain of overt aggression, but held fast to the scent of many others. she was at peace, striding into the heart of it, and took great joy in the sun warming her back and the crisp air winding about her movements.

she found herself a bluff on which to stand, allowing her eyes to take in the expanse of the meadows and those wandering through it.