Sky

The morning breeze carries the light--- blanketing over nearby fields. Something in the distance lets out a small grumble. It turns over and is met with sparkles of light dancing above the lake. Groggy little Xanetia stumbles to her feet and takes a short walk towards the body of water.

She lazily takes a seat with here eyes hardly even open. After a few deep yawns she tilts her head down and begins to sip at the earthy water. A sense of relief come over her and she feels less tired while the sunshine hugs upon ever inch of the land below. When she finally is able to grasp at her surroundings--- she realizes the morning dew is everywhere! Xanetia pauses for a few seconds, and then suddenly---she darts for open plains. Her energy is nowhere near gone, and for around an hour she played in the grass with the butterflies.

Not too long after, Xanetia notices flowers under a great big willow tree. Once again, she pauses and darts over. Although she may have seemed wreckless or care free, she was very attentive when it came to the mix of wildflowers who sat at the root of such an old pal. She dared not to trample the flowers and disturb the peace. One VERY important detail about Xanetia was that he adored the buzzing sound the busy bees made. Anytime he found a new flower patch, she would lay her head in the grass somewhere close just to watch the bees pollinate.

Forgetful as she mightve been, she'd rest happily yet unable to remember the day prior. She never forgot the things she was fond of. Every day would start the same and Xanetia's love never changed. Her warmth allowed her bees to buzz and her flowers to bloom. The willow tree always gave him a shady area to watch and to rest. Xanetia was happy, and so were her bees