Mus
Mus sat in her vast garden. Watching over her precious and rare herbs she grew. The sun was fairly low in the sky, but still she has to sit in the shade of a low growing tree. The grass was lush and thick, and soft caressing her fur gently; the branches of the trees around her held a lazy breeze though the small oasis, magic was behind that, magic was behind most of the happenings in her small, what she called ‘community’. Magic kept her oasis cool compared to the desert that surrounded them, magic kept the water flowing out of the natural spring that fed the foliage she upheld so carefully, magic was behind the small cooling breeze that twisted and frolicked lazily though the short growing trees.