Angelica sprinted through the waist-deep grass. She had spent a wonderful morning entertaining elves, princesses, and even a giant in her secret hideout in the hills overlooking her apartment complex. She was so engrossed in the conversation with one centaur that just happened to stop in for a chat that she had forgotten that her mother had told her to be home no later than 12:30 for lunch. It was 12:23 when she thought to glance at her watch. She quickly excused herself from the conversation and headed home.
Rushing towards home
Amid rolling hills of play