Among Dragons 1. An unexpected encounter
On the one hand i see some mountains, all are free of snow or ice, the slopes are covered up far upward by forests and meadows. also around us i see forest, we are obviously in a mountain meadow, behind me i hear a creek flowing.
A New Dawn
"you see before i was executed i escaped and found bronn and your mother on a road to a nearby meadow, then i spotted a pile of boulders just off a cliff. i may not have killed them but seeing their faces when they lost you was priceless-ha ha ha!!!"
I put one of my stories in google translate, this is what I got
A lali meadows park or link principle comm briskly every step. "official chime, come." female voice responded to the governor's voice needs are a bit dark, but clearly feminine, full of hard to believe, determination.
Chapter 1: The Judgement of Lily Marks
He led lily away from the other furs, and they soon walked in a meadow beside a stream. he turned to her and said, "you asked where we are. where do you think we are?" "i would guess that this is heaven, or some part of it," she replied.
The Last House on the Block
What was once a lawn, hedged in by a faded picket fence, is now a meadow. children's toys, left outside to be played with another day, are still visible.
Practice Makes Perfect
The sky was beautiful, a great canvas of purples and oranges, like a meadow full of flowers. it helped to clear his mind of all the day's stress, all the chores and hard work, all of it was in the past.
Dying Dream
Trees and meadows? wooden ships that sail the skies? and there's discarded weapons all over. need to mind my feet... it's just a mishmash of different things that make no sense...
Giving a Hand
Brent meadow. what about you? atlas: well... i'm atlas lighthorn, this bull here is thomas jay... tom: but you can call me tom. luke: and i'm luke natsu. pleased to meet ya. brent: heh. same then.
Faolan (Patreon story)
The sensations of pine needles under paw pads, diverse scents unlike those found in its confinement, from the smell of morning dew to the aromas of wildflowers in a pristine meadow. in it was another animal like him--a female!
No Sloe Gin Tonight
The meadow mouse. the artist. the writer, and the photographer. the rural soul. her mate. his fire burned her like a favorite song. he moved like smoke in her eyes.
Tongue-Tied Lightning
And an ear-swiveling, tail-snaking look. " ... instead of hangin' in the window there, you could come back here and help me, you know," the meadow mouse teased. "i'm not a good cook. i even burn replicated food." a giggle-squeak.
Raven Wolf - Origins - Shiya - Chapter 06
"greetings representatives of the laughing meadow tribe." the elders all look to one another, no one having heard a wild talk in such a strange tone before. rowtag though seem not to be phased by it.