Rosalia walks into an field of small hills filled with bright green grass with a few shrubs scattered about. She looks around for a living soul in the nearby distance, but instead she sees a large patch of flowers and her ears perk up in delight. She launches herself off her feet and toward the flowers. As she jogs over to the patch, joy runs through her mind thinking about the smell and texture of the flowers rubbing against her scales.
She makes it over to the patch and walks gently into it making sure not to destroy the flowers perfect structure, but being a large beast her paw slips from time to time and hurt the flowers. She reaches a rather large dirt patch and promptly lays down tucking her paws under her torso and letting her hind legs hang off to the side instead of being tucked in, retaining a more relaxing pose.
She sighs deeply taking in all of the aroma around her before leaning her head down to a bright red flower and licking it. Rosalia watches as it changes from a bright red to a vibrant light blue. She giggles before she hears soft footsteps in the distance, slighty ruining the peace of the field. She lifts her head up to see a figure in the distance, she frowns and calls out to it.
“Hey! What are you doing here? Following me?”
Her ears twitch in waiting for the figures answer.