Teleyn's feet padded against the ground, leaving a slight imprint in the grass of where her toes had been. She was relishing in the sight of the sun and the no longer snow-covered ground as she stretched her arms into the sky. Being confined to the inside of Dawnhall for the last couple days had made her restless.
The front yard of Dawnhall was quite sparse for being so expansive. Teleyn looked down at the ground beneath her feet. The cold and frost had withered away all of the grass that should have been green, and the lack of vegetation only exacerbated the barrenness outside.
As Teleyn looked around, she began to imagine how beautiful the entrance to Dawnhall would be in the springtime with flowers and lush greenery. Her green eyes twinkled for a bit in thought before a sudden spark was lit in their depths. She remembered her conversation with Burlnard outside of the Prancing Pony about farming. Perhaps, she could find a place in this large yard to try her hand at growing things.
With an excited grin on her lips, she went out in search of Hardoleth.
