He had found himself in a rather nice place. It was more cramped than the meadows he had known his whole life but the plant life here was stunning. The trees that towered all the way up into the blue skies. A lazy smile painted on his features as green eyes took it all in. He was sure that in the spring this place was lively, painted in more than just browns and whites. Would they have flowers too? Jonquille Meadows had the loveliest daffodils around. If he closed his eyes he could remember it all so vividly. The way his mother's stark coat complimented the flowers and how his father's earthen coat seemed so much more lively in the sun. They had been so kind and sweet to him. Oh, the things he would miss the most.
André rubbed against the coarse tree bark, letting it tug against his thick coat. The energy that flowed through this place was unbelievable.
im wrapping up current threads before sending him off.