Status: In progress.
Rowan's Rising Journey
Yellow
Rowan Grant and Maylin Yang lay under the willow tree next to the duck pond. The grassy meadow glistened with dew from the night before. Bumblebees danced along beds of lavender bush and marigolds. The lush moorlands were expansive, stretching a good distance to Maylin’s house in the east. The house was small and had been there for decades, long before Maylin was born seventeen years ago.
There were many animals that freely roamed the land. Glassbell, a gentle brown cow, was Maylin's favorite. There was also Minty, an Arabian palomino mare, who sometimes had attitude but everyone loved her anyway. Fencer the border collie, the only animal that they really "owned", liked to chase the sheep and then pant in exhaustion underneath the big willow tree. He was the epitome of a loyal, loving pet.
Rowan’s right arm rested gently on Maylin’s stomach. She wore a black t-shirt, jeans, and boots. Her long black hair caressed her small chest.
The willow tree above her swayed in the light breeze. For a second, the leaves resembled little paintbrushes. The whole tree began to look like a multitude of brushes splashing wisps of paint onto a fascinating landscape.
Maylin blinked a couple of times. Her natural yellow eyes were unusually watery. The mushrooms from the night before were still giving off weird symptoms. The combination of amusement and fear made her giggle.
Rowan looked up at her curiously.
“What is it?” he asked.
She ignored the question. Instead, she chose to look all around at all of the crazy things. Glassbell exhibited red eyes and horns on her head. Her body was misshapen into spirals and squares like a kaleidoscope. She looked at Minty. Minty was now half giraffe, her neck as high as a skyscraper.
“Woah,” Maylin uttered.
“What is it?” Rowan repeated.
“Everything is amazing!”
Rowan lay his head back down onto her stomach.
“Yeah, it is.”
There were many animals that freely roamed the land. Glassbell, a gentle brown cow, was Maylin's favorite. There was also Minty, an Arabian palomino mare, who sometimes had attitude but everyone loved her anyway. Fencer the border collie, the only animal that they really "owned", liked to chase the sheep and then pant in exhaustion underneath the big willow tree. He was the epitome of a loyal, loving pet.
Rowan’s right arm rested gently on Maylin’s stomach. She wore a black t-shirt, jeans, and boots. Her long black hair caressed her small chest.
The willow tree above her swayed in the light breeze. For a second, the leaves resembled little paintbrushes. The whole tree began to look like a multitude of brushes splashing wisps of paint onto a fascinating landscape.
Maylin blinked a couple of times. Her natural yellow eyes were unusually watery. The mushrooms from the night before were still giving off weird symptoms. The combination of amusement and fear made her giggle.
Rowan looked up at her curiously.
“What is it?” he asked.
She ignored the question. Instead, she chose to look all around at all of the crazy things. Glassbell exhibited red eyes and horns on her head. Her body was misshapen into spirals and squares like a kaleidoscope. She looked at Minty. Minty was now half giraffe, her neck as high as a skyscraper.
“Woah,” Maylin uttered.
“What is it?” Rowan repeated.
“Everything is amazing!”
Rowan lay his head back down onto her stomach.
“Yeah, it is.”