.:~Hokova's Secret Gift~:.
The mountain air was laced with a spring essence touch, still holding onto the crisp coldness of winter while allowing the pleasant promise of warm summer air twine in between. Though the tendrils of warmth still clung desperately to the air, it began to slowly fade more and more with the gradual setting of the sun. It's last rays of light turning the blue sky into a breath-taking collage of oranges, pinks and indigos. The intense vibrant colours of light bathed the plain of flat land lush with spring-time fresh grass, turning it a colour that only nature itself could perfect. On the very edges of scene bathed in light, where the grass met trees, where the plain met forest; the shadows of the evening slowly began creeping back to life, taking residence on the earth as they do every night.
There was no wind, it was calm and still but not soundless. The echoes of life pulsed everywhere, in the crickets that played their violin-legged song, the birds that blesse