In the golden meadows surrounding the small town. A silhouette sits on their silver backed horse, overlooking the town with the sun rising over her back. A notebook in hand as she trace’s out the western styled town, her chocolate hair bristling in the wind like the meadow, the shadow of where the sun beamed past her made her eyes practically empty. Behind, you slowly come up on your own stallion. Wiping the blood of the dead on your pants. “Mornin.” You clear your throat riding up to her side. “Patrol duty…?” She sighed slipping the notebook into her satchel.