Tree-Branch

It was just before noon, a gentle breeze blowing across the long ago fractured plains of the vastlands. The sun sat in a content manner within the light blue sky, clouds in the distance whispering the promise of a light shower in the late afternoon.  Dark brown legs trotted happy across the fields, carrying the brown gray body of Memory in a gentle lope through the grass. As always a soft smile and gentle spark in her spring green eyes decorated her face as she carried the materials she found around the Vastlands to be taken below ground. She had lucked out the last time she had a load that needed to go down, another of the above Breim her...