She had been off here and there doing her thing. The old saying of 'a rolling stone gathers no moss' wasn't lost on her. She hadn't come around these parts for a little while. In fact, it was likely due to the summer approaching and the agreeable weather that likely drew her out. She fluttered across a meadow to land in a nice open spot. She landed and did some tumbles and rolls in the grass. She loved it when grass felt soft and smooth. The sun glinting every so much off her wings when they'd pop up out of the grass. After a while, she just laid down in the grass sprawled out. It was quite the lovely day. As her mind began to wonder, she recalled that she had friends and acquaintances around there. Perhaps, it was a good day to visit.
Mangshra
