She laid in the faced flowers, her body lazily spread out across the vast field of flowers. Hourglass dogs floated around the large greenhouse, some stopping and sniffing at her resting form before continuing to mindlessly float around likes balloons in the sky; Happy and full of helium.

However, happy was disappointingly not a word to describe The Shepherds condition. She was tired, drowsy, sleepless even. All because she was too worried about keeping her damned meadow safe from any harm.

She didn't understand why she lost sleep over this, as not many people intruded on her peaceful meadows anyway. Though she supposed that when she was least expecting it, they would take action, hence why she hardly even got a wink of sleep.

Though, today she had enough of drowsiness. She could hardly even hold herself up, even with the crook she held, so now she laid flat in the brightly colored floral, dozing off, basking in the sunlight the shines throughout the glass building.

And damnit, did it feel nice to finally give oneself sleep after longing for it deeply so.

Much to her dismay, not even an hour into her slumber, she was awoken by unfamiliar footsteps in the soft, yet noisy grass beneath her. Her ear twitches, turning to face the sound, trying to make out if it was another hourglass dog of many wandering around.

But no, steps of the canines were much lighter than those that roused her from sweet sleep. She blinks open her eyes, slowly sitting up from her former position on the ground, grasping onto her crook that laid beside her.

" Кто, черт возьми...? "

She mutters to herself, using the crook as help to get herself off from the much comfier floral beds that the ground had become from her care. She looks up, finally spotting the unfamiliar face. They seemed to be... admiring her meadow? No, surely they were plotting something more sinister..

" Эй! Что ты здесь делаешь!? "

She questions in an accusing tone, pointing her crook over at the unknown entity standing before her once she stood up straight.

" Это место не музей, а вы не инспектор! "

The Shepherd places a hand on her forehead, letting her eyes adjust to the mid-day light that shown through the glass building and in her eyes, trying to see the figure more clearly

" Проклятый смутьян! Убирайся, пока не натворил бед! "