[Open RL]

[landofmyfathers]

[This? This would be a wonderful, clear day- one without rain or a mess of a fog for now, except for that in the morning. The meadow is pretty quiet, save for the wandering sheep, but if you look closely on the hill, it looks as if someone's there.

Wales is currently sitting underneath a tree on the hill, lute in palm and his eyes scanning the fields. The sheep graze by and every so often he pets one of them, but he's obviously enjoying himself and the peace out here, though he wouldn't mind some company.]