Breahilda meant well, but her aim was a little off.We had fallen fast asleep. How much time had passed or how far we traveled, we couldn’t say. We had hoped to be going home, but that was not to be.
We awoke in a meadow filled with flowers and butterflies. It was a gloriously warm sunny day. We were happy to be off and away from Zyzabor and the Eerts. This, however, didn’t look like home.
We all felt amazingly refreshed, even if we didn’t know where we were. And for the moment it didn’t seem to matter. We romped in the tall grass and were intoxicated by the scent of all the lovely flowers. We were together and we were happy.
At the edge of the meadow we found an apple tree and nibbled on its sun ripened fruit. Nearby was a delightful babbling brook, the perfect place to freshen up.
We didn’t quite know where to go or what to do, so we did nothing. We decided to worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. So we set up a makeshift camp, and took a nap. All this happiness was tiring. Life was good!
Hugs,
Miss Chloe ♥
