Cloud Meadow Guide -

A large, dark-grey sheep nearby was crackling with tiny lightning bolts. Its hum had turned into a growl. Remembering her grandmother’s childhood lullabies, Elara hummed a deep, rumbling note. The thunderhead sheep’s bristling clouds smoothed. It sneezed a gentle shower of dew, then turned white again.

To move a flock, use your ‘net of silence.’ It is not a physical object. It is the quiet you carry inside you. Think of nothing. Be still. The sheep will follow your emptiness, hoping to fill it. cloud meadow guide

She stepped through.