Loweryi

Rolling hills of swaying grass and secrets tucked in sleeves. Bliss detached from all years past, ignorance of history. Fear or cowardice governs there, along with smiles, kindess, glee; It keeps them from safe and far from where lurk beasts and cries of misery. Adventures, stories, tales of old read 'neath those mangy, gnarled trees; those recounts that his uncle told are solely what prepared him, see?