Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Was it just a dream Asthralain wondered as the morning sun filtered through the closed wooden shutters and fell upon her face; soft and gold. In her gentle return to the waking world from sleep she was a carefree child again, running swift through the meadows of Redallion. Her heart sighed at the memory for how long had it been since her feet trod its upland soft velvet grass and her gaze followed the contours of the snow kissed peaks circled by eagles. In her mind she could smell Axfilago the indigo and crimson wildflowers clinging to the bare limestone rocks as she followed the blue butterflies. Happier days when the sun shined warmer and the days were longer than she could explore before it was again bedtime.