The light rain and seemed to fade away by this point, the slightly greying clouds drifting off further inland, disappearing from view, but the soft crack of thunder barely echoed out from the distance. The sun now beat down heavily against the large clearing, causing the dewdrops clinging tightly to the grass and flowers, to slowly start to dry out, proving harder, however, to dry up the grass, still damp in places where the sun just couldn't quite reach. Birds twittered and sang mostly to themselves in the small patch of trees in the large valley, dancing around the branches as Marlie watched them, resting in a drier patch of grass, her ears