+ scarecrowfromoz
The landscape slowly changed from grassy fields to those filled with rows and rows with corn, and the brunette felt more at home. Farms was all she knew, and seeing something halfway normal made her more at ease.
Dorothy stopped abruptly when the yellow brick road spitted off in multiple directions, her little companion stopping and resting near her heels. She did a half-turn in mild disbelief. "Oh, which way do we go now?" She asked out loud, mainly for herself.












