robinmad

Wagon wheels bumped against the low dimple in the dirt as the ragtag band of pale elves passed through the woodland clearing. Cloudless summer skies stretching endlessly over the mountains of Mereth. Mild scent of honey drifted from the hanging branches. Occasional butterflies and other colorful insects floated lazily over the swaying blossoms, Warm sunlight stoking the gentle petals as the midsummer breeze tickled their folds. It was a perfect day to… “…Stop and take a break! I can’t go any further.” Grunted one of the company. The stout Elf slumped down on the nearby tree, panting his lungs away. He rummaged