♥♫♪Shiloh Pru Xenia☆•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.¤
When the breeze holds a chill...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...what will become of us?
The day seemed to slide by so slowly, light filtering down to the grass, shining pieces dancing in the breeze filtered by the foliage. She ran her delicate hands over the grass curiously, resting them beside her finally. Pure ruby eyes slid up to the sky, watching the vibrant blue sky as clouds rolled up softly.
"So beautiful today." The girl murmured to herself, not able to keep that thought under wraps. Leaning her head back on the thick old truck she was against she began to think, what to do today where to go and more importantly why her parents were so worried. The Mystical forest will always pull through. Out of all of us here we are the last of our kind and we can fight for our right to live. No matter what. With her confidence continuing seamlessly in her thoughts she pulled her slender pale body upwards to her feet, wobbling a bit since she'd been sitting so long. 
