It was about mid day and the sun beamed down from gaps in the wide white fluffy clouds like spot lights.
On the edge of the forest next to a sprawling meadow along a quiet stream bed thesh-ah walked. Her metal clad hooves making clicks against the few various stones. Delicately She nibbled at tender blades of grass and a few sprigs of mint keeping a wary eye and ear out for predators.
Her battle vestments like the tall stalks of grass swayed in the wind rustling to a certain tune that it seemed only nature could ever really make.
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