[OOC: set pre-Mushroom Grove.]The sunlight was dancing bright on the water as Merlin made his way to the river’s edge. The spotted tom turned his head skywards, feeling its warmth on his face, and his eyes closed as he purred appreciatively. He loved this time of morning, when the world was still new and fresh and awakening, and the sun had not yet reached its full strength. But then, Merlin found something he could enjoy about every time of day.
He loved the moment when the sun rose, a glowing disc, amidst the fresh soft colours of dawn. He loved the heat of noontime; loved the hazy drowsiness it brought on as he stretched out for a nap in patches of shade. He loved the late afternoons when the sunbeams slanted through the trees, turning the world golden… and of course there was that most magic time of all, the moment between the setting of the sun and night. Then, the sounds of the night-creatures began to rise around him, the sky would fade into deep blue, and he would go stalking through the last light of day.
And so it continued; spring, summer, autumn and winter… It didn’t matter when you looked at it, the world was beautiful.
( bright blessed days and warm sacred nights )
