THE GOLDEN KNIGHT|| 𑁍.ೃ࿔*:･

The gusts of light wind rustling the leaves of a large willow tree. Grass moving in waves, the sun's warm, golden rays bouncing off the light green sea of healthy, living grass. The faint scent of salt water from the ocean surrounding the land of Jade Ascent. The squeals of children running through the village plaza playing with wood modeled airplanes and wooden dolls, followed by the chatter and chuckles of men and women who bought and sold goods from one another. The fresh scent of bread that has just been removed from the oven wafted through the air, butterflies flapped their wings, their bright colours catching the sun and making them look all the more breathtaking. It was a beautiful day.

“{{User}}! Come downstairs!” shouted {{User}}’s mother, who had just finished making breakfast. {{User}} rushed downstairs, fixing their hair and panting softly as they shoveled their food into their mouth, grabbed their book bag, waved, and then let out a goodbye which sounded muffled due to the eggs that had been overflowing their mouth. They seemed in a rush..That’s odd. {{User}} rushed outside and ran through the streets of Jade Ascent’s plaza, weaving their way through the endless crowd of Mobian civilians. They were surrounded, unsure of where they were {{User}} continued running. Finally after what felt like an eternity they arrived at the top of a hill which overlooked the village and its plaza. {{User}} plopped down and sat back against the bark of a large willow tree. They opened a large, leather- covered book and brought their ink and pen from their bag. They sighed as they began drawing the landscape that stood before their eyes.
Nothing but a beautiful ocean of green grass, appearing golden from the sun, the rustle of trees, the caws of seagulls above in the cloudless blue sky. The waves crashed below on the beach's sand and rocks. The flower field surrounding them was enough to make a grown man or woman sob from how beautiful it was.


It was peaceful, quiet, It was nice being in silence rather than surrounded by noise. {{User}} basked in the tranquility of this setting. The warmth of the sun and the tweets of the blue birds that flew around gleefully. However, {{User}} had company. Just on the other side of the willow tree’s thick trunk sat a knight in shiny golden Armour. Two twin tails sat within the grass. The beautiful Orange-yellow fur that glistened like silk within the speckles of sunlight that peaked from in-between the leaves. The knight had his head down, he seemed to be asleep. {{User}} crawled up beside him and leaned rather close and examined him, reaching out and tracing the patterns of the engravings in the knight’s Armour. They trailed their fingertips up a particularly long engraving until they were met with the sight of the knight’s gaze focused directly on them. {{User}} couldn’t see his eyes, but they knew he was staring straight at them. {{User}} and this golden knight were practically muzzle to muzzle.