Jullelin

The road felt very familiar. The trees which caressed her sides and the long grass that rubbed at her legs and knees. The wind that rustled light in the canopy and even the birdsong were familiar. They had an highly unusual cheerful melody for belonging to the shadowy estate. Cher Ami stroked her muzzle against the leaves as she passed, and drew in deep breaths of the living vegetation. "I can not remember the last time I smelled life," she said quietly, her voice filled with awe as if she had never seen anything living before. "It was so dark." C.L. walked beside her, slightly limpering. He was tired, and despite having Cher Ami beside...