A fading sunset distinguished the barren landscape. Retreating pinks and purples gave way to a pallid indigo, palest twilight stars coming out to shine. There was a light breeze that carried with it scents of a far off place; wildflowers of a distant valley. But the most evident, though smallest piece of the picture was a disturbing smudge racing across the plains.
Charlotte noticed not the sky, the wind's aroma, nor the stars. At least not in the way most would have; rather than appreciating these things' beauties, Charlie took them in and factored out observations. Plotting... Always plotting, was she.
Her now-longer legs stretched with the alien freedom of adulthood, taking her, for the first time, away from home. Mother and Rayne would cope well. Grandfather Lucky was there, too, now. Yes, they wouldn't miss her if she simply took a stroll.
Verdant eyes narrowed as another flaw to the sea of grass made itself known on the horizon. What- or who- was that? Well, she would have to find out!
It had been a long day of searching the lands of his home, with a shake of his mane Rune enjoyed the nightwinds moving through his locks. Closing his eyes with his snout in the air, he treasured times like these. Simple. Peaceful with the joys of a beautiful landscape, the earth around him quieting down for a nights rest. Soon the crickets would be out to add music to the stillness.