Leofwyn

Dawn cracked its weary head over yonder clefts, and the pale golden light sifted through long grass and reeds. The serene breeze gently hummed over the plains and whistled amongst ram shackled wood. A thatched house sat pleasantly in the glade; the land surrounding its southern side was expansive and carried on as far as the horizon. Eastwards more farmsteads cropped their heads over a wave of grass and rolling hillock. A half a dozen horses grazed not far from the buildings rear, and towards its front, ran a flurry of chickens in endless circles.