Submission (#2548) Approved

Every now and then, she goes to the great Eldertree of Kyendi with a cup of green tea, and an empty book. She breathes in the crisp clear air of her home region, and sips on the warm liquid to soothe her. Inspiration struck best during these times, in the early morning before the sun was fully up. Blue light spanned across the area around her, the only thing shrouding her was the leaves that hung from the branches above. Such a beautiful weeping willow, dotted with yellow flowers standing upright to compliment the entirety in its whole

Everything looked ethereal, and inspiration couldn’t hold back anymore. With the ink pen, Meadow dips it into her favorite handmade ink that she got a while back from a night market, and when the pen presses to the empty pages, words seem to pour out from it. Novels were her strong suit, and some day she vowed to reach beyond greatness and become a well renowned author for all those like her who live vicariously through storytelling. She wanted to be an inspiration, a person who would be an incredibly role model for children when she's far, far older. She'd have to get over her nerves though, else she'd be writing for herself and herself alone. This anxiety was pulling her from her own thoughts, and she was losing that natural flow. When the pens movement begins to slow down, the sun edges just above the tallest hill and the sunlight within the distance makes her squint her eyes. She had gotten a lot done today, even if it had only been roughly ten minutes. But when inspiration calls, she must always pick up the phone. Perhaps tomorrow she can try again, at the same spot with her teapot and book, and let the inner creativity flow loose once more.