Cypress walked quietly through the Flora Gardens in the early hours of the morning, for once lacking the almost constant companionship of her hybrid. Vixen was resting as well and she was finding the time alone almost refreshing, though with a touch of sadness to it.
The sun was just peeping over the walls into the garden and the slightly chill morning air began to warm. Dew still hung heavily on the leaves of budding plants, sparkling and glimmering as they caught the sun's light and reflected it a thousand times, making the garden almost look as if covered in silver powder.
She breathed in slowly, guitar strung across her back, enjoying the purity of the morning air. She walked rather aimlessly, until a weeping willow seemed to almost beckon to her. Without thought, she headed towards it, though in no great rush, simply enjoying the peace and tranquility of the gardens. She finally reached the tree and twirled her hand in its leaf-covered branches, caressing them softly before slipping down, back against the trunk, guitar in her hands. She began to strum softly, an easy folk melody she had heard somewhere that she had memorized by heart and, head back against the trunk and eyes closed, continued to play.
The sun was just peeping over the walls into the garden and the slightly chill morning air began to warm. Dew still hung heavily on the leaves of budding plants, sparkling and glimmering as they caught the sun's light and reflected it a thousand times, making the garden almost look as if covered in silver powder.
She breathed in slowly, guitar strung across her back, enjoying the purity of the morning air. She walked rather aimlessly, until a weeping willow seemed to almost beckon to her. Without thought, she headed towards it, though in no great rush, simply enjoying the peace and tranquility of the gardens. She finally reached the tree and twirled her hand in its leaf-covered branches, caressing them softly before slipping down, back against the trunk, guitar in her hands. She began to strum softly, an easy folk melody she had heard somewhere that she had memorized by heart and, head back against the trunk and eyes closed, continued to play.
