Angelica’s POV
Walking through long grass, I take a seat on a tree stump, pulling my legs to my chest, admiring the different colors of honeysuckle growing around the area. What is with that lately? The triplets smell like it. It’s here. I love the scent, but this is getting ridiculous.
In the distance, I heard light snores coming near a small stream. I don’t know why, but I felt a pulling sensation towards where it was coming from. Scrambling to my feet, I followed the sound of the snores moving through the tall grass. Where is that coming from? I can hear it getting closer, but I still can’t find it.
It felt like hours since I started my search for what was snoring without finding what it was. Defeated, I sat on the ground in the tall grass as it sawed in the breeze over my head. Whe
