Bearclaw Valley we can fall in love, it just ain't that easy

Blondine's greeting fills her with a warmth even as she tilts her head slightly. Sweetpea? But the other woman is naturally charismatic and affable in a way she isn't, and her invitation wrings a smile onto her mouth. "Yes, of course," she agrees, recalling now their previous 'play date' agreement, and glad Blondine remembered still. 

"It's a shame it hasn't warmed up yet," Poet comments as she comes to stand closer to the caretaker, observing the snow still on the ground. Winter has felt unusually long and chilled this year. She looks forward to its end, still thinking wistfully of hyacinth to gather. Touching her nose briefly to Blondine's shoulder, she adds, "but how have you been?" hoping to catch up some with her as they walk.