Nature.
A wonderful thing, especially for a druid such as Belladoris herself. With her staff and chopsticks at her side, she set off to go bask in the wonderful outdoors.
Chirps. Chitters. A steady breeze. Her ears twitched and swiveled at every little sound and noise of the nature around her. The great earthy feel beneath her paws. Deep breath in through her nose. Slow exhale out of her mouth.
A flutter of a butterfly passing by, gaze now glued to the gentle insect. The butterfly passed by another before going off into the greenery ahead. What timing too - For it was a phox with butterfly markings about her fur.
"Why hello there~ Wonderful markings you have there, if I may say so~!" Belladoris remarked with a smile to the other.
