It was early morning and the sun had yet to show its rays above the horizon. All around, everything was bathed in a blueish silver hue, and a thin layer of mist clung to the moist ground where it swirled around leaves and stone... as well as a body curled at the base of a flaming maple tree.
Heavy droplets would fall occasionally from the orange, red, and yellow leaves and add their mass to the dew drops that already dappled the malu's creamy fur. Or they'd fall on her ears and nose and cause a pale yellow eye to slit open and glance lazily about, which for the time being, was the current situation.
The maluess blinked away the water from her eye lashes and watched the mist drift about her body and creep through the cracks of fallen stone foundation. At the opposite wall (or the foot of stone that was left of it), a lazy and silken winged butterfly flitted around a thick clump of wild weeds that had taken root in one of the crevices.
Flicking an ear, Enoa watched the little insect go about its day while she continued to lay about in hers.
