![]() Poor flighty thing, shocking everyone in range who weren't me. It'd been a tough night over on Dakota's farm – bringing an electric fluffalo lamb into the world ain't ever an easy job. An easy breeze ruffled the tops of dry gasses like a fond uncle. Over the horizon, the sun was starting to rise, bathing the world ahead in a soft buttercream glow. Tagging: sighed with contentment as I sat back against the boulder. Theme: Rot & Purity Colour Scheme: Earth tones Quote: "To wander on a nameless road" / "Unsung hymns gather rust". Concrit welcome on this piece. Context: My entry for the Sept 16th prompt to the Homestead’s Fall Prompt Week.
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