How calming, it was. Perfect for any sort of art medium to be carried out.
The gentle breeze ruffled the angels feathers, making them buzz softly. A smile to match the sweet breeze rested on his lips as well. Content and lax, the young fox enjoyed the beginings of Summer. Lying in the sea of wildflowers, tail curled around his backside, he gently plunked a few out from the ground and added it to the particular boquet he was devising. It consisted mostly of soft colours; yellows, whites, and pale lavenders, but he began to add a few oranges and pinks to the mix. He would twist the stems around one another to create a secure and tight single stalk. At this point in time he felt quite safe in his current state; even though his dark blue pelt stood out quite dramtically against the dainty flowers, but he couldn't tell. When he was here, he felt secure and protected from the rest of the world that may wish to bring harm to him.
