Wapun Meadow Nature always wins.

The other woman spoke, her gaze not quite resting on one place for too long. "I'm glad I'm not breaking the peace," she smiled, assuming "the peace" was the silence Isley had most likely been sitting in before. Her thoughts were confirmed as the woman spoke again, and she was thankful for the stranger's seemingly cool-headed nature.

The meadow burst into color -- though burst wasn't quite the word to describe it. It was more like the flowers were slowly unfurling, beckoned out of hiding. It was warm and beautiful, bringing a smile to her face.

"My name is Anita," she said, exchanging a greeting. "What do you find yourself doing out here all alone?" she asked, not being able to contain her curiousity. Maybe the other woman was simply enjoying her leisure time, but maybe she did have a reason of being in the meadow.