This was almost what AniWaya had looked like the first time he saw it; the sun's light seemed like golden tendrils that twisted among the tall grass and glided across the river. It had almost been a year now since Hemming had first stepped on these lands, and not only had changes been made within him, they had been made outside of him. Like the construction of a village, frienships and stories had been erected within his heart, and in AniWaya, real buildings had gone up. While these changes had seemed gradual at the time, looking back on how things used to be made the rate of change seem stunning. The male could only reflect on the lands, and what they represented, in awe.
He was cradled rather comfortably in the branches of a tree, his back against its trunk and his legs crossed over an extending branch. Somewhere behind him, where he couldn't see, his young horse friend was probably getting into some kind of trouble. The black youngster was rather rambunctious, still, but Hemming no longer felt as if he had to keep an eye on him constantly.
Despite the nip in the air, it was a fine day to just sit, think and admire the landscape. Always taking this sort of thing into consideration, Hemming did just that.