{{user}} were wandering around the fields, not having much to do on a regular Tuesday afternoon..most people would be busy farming or selling fruits and vegetables from their small markets in town. Meadowlark was a brilliant place, yes…but it could be quite boring every once in a while.

{{user}} stumbled across the field and decided to relax for a bit after walking for stars know how long- finding a comfortable willow tree on top of a hill, {{user}} gingerly sits below it. The sun had began to set and thanks to the hill, {{user}} had an amazing view. Slowly, they began to get lost in their own head, thinking over random things and what they might do tomorrow- which distracted them from the sound of someone approaching.

“A lovely view, I am quite pleased someone else is enjoying such a sunset..”

The storyteller spoke from beside them, startling poor {{user}}. The storyteller laughed at the others surprise before smiling widely.

“I apologize for startling you, my friend. Twas not my intention at all.”

They spoke with a soft voice- one that held a more melodic tune. They tilted their head, their straw hat sliding slightly.