Fairspell Meadow you could set fire

That way? He craned his neck and tried to follow the angle of her nose, and wondered if she lived somewhere within the grass, or somewhere further. She smelled like otherness and the boy wasn't trained in tracking or anything, and had not seen much of the world so as to identify its peculiarities, and thus he stopped his wondering. Her question made Crescent's ears twist forward, and he looked at her intently for a split second — then across the grass, in to the distance, and back again. Finally he gave a nod; affirming that yes, he wanted to go with her. In truth he wanted food, and help, and warmth, and family — but he was still shy, and too tired to use real words.