- we are all decieving, lost, and bleeding.
The copper colored lady found the distance easy enough, if it weren't for her company each step might have antagonized her. The ink, long coated gentleman, despite not exchanging too many of words, kept her mind off her beaten frame. It was pleasant to be out among the world, doing something. It had to be good to move, hadn't it.. And the promise to see a different part of the lands, put her all in an even better mood. She had been long on the mountain, and walking through the lands beneath it was a fresh outlook to her. Her world had become a high kingdom, here she was brought down to earth quite literally. A far cozier world, instead of one place above the rest.
Mindful of paws placement, she would cast a glance to her companion with an expectant gaze, wondering sometimes if they were near this place. When it occurred to her not yet, she'd continue quietly waiting, picturing what the Fireweed Rise would appear as. The name indicated red, and she wondered it were a form of rocks sticking from the earth like tombstones.
The evening coming upon them she was ready to rest when she saw the rush of crimson rising above, cut differently than the brilliant green. Breaths muffled, bright eyes took in nature's scene. This was the Fireweed Rise, and it was a beautiful scene. Her long tail once wagged, and head titled to Inkheart wanting to see his face as he too looked upon the land. After a moment's pause, a playful bark erupted the quiet from her cream jaws, and she ran as best she could up the incline through the wildflower.