taste you on my tongue ― p. monroe

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]Despite her initial concerns about Sunhaven, she had steadily grown to like it in the short time she had been here. Nobody was confrontational, and not a soul seemed too eager to put her at unease. Most of the days she spent alone, exploring - from the mountains to the beach, mostly, and the lands in between. There was much to do, like climbing the unfamiliar trees in the forests, or wading out in the ocean before scrambling backwards out of fear. As pretty as the body of water was, the mystery of it pushed her away from sating what curiosity remained in her fickle heart. Today, she was in the mountains. She was always in the mountains - learning, dozing ...

Stellamaris' body stretched out among yellow daises, her silvery-brown pelt rippling as her legs shifted in response to her rolling over on her right side. The ground was soft underneath her, and she reveled in it; no longer would she suffer through long nights in the desert under the hot sun, or the humid conditions of the jungle that would make her sweat profusely until morning. In Sunhaven, it was perfect. Not too hot and not too cold, but just right. She almost felt pampered, until a flower tickling her nose sent her into yet another sneezing fit. "Really?" the clouded leopard would exclaim, picking herself up. It was about time she began to leave, anyways - no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't spend her days rolling in pretty fields.