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The lamba’s little hooves click against the ground with vigor and perhaps a sense, or possibly a need, for adventure. They knew their friend had a mark of mischief within themselves. It really wouldn’t be outside the realm of regularity for them to have just hidden away behind a stump, waiting for the perfect moment to ambush the little lamba. That being said, wouldn’t it have already happened by now? The wind carries no sound, no snickering or hushed whis...

Etheldred’s eyes are trained on the sky above. There’s clouds that have spent all morning forming the beginning of the storm wall, an imposing weather phenomenon she’s not… the most interested in looking at. There’s a grey shade overtaking the kinder blues that would normally occupy the sky, sucking out the warmth from the air and the excitement from the day. It’s dreary, it’s drab, and it’s disinteresting above all else. ...