Wapun Meadow Nature always wins.

The question was a natural one after all, and Isley regarded Anita with a patient sort of curiosity. "The meadow has several different types of flowers - some bloom at different times." Isley said with a smile. "Some only with the sunrise, some with only the sunset." She hummed out. It was easy to see that she was more passionate about the plants themselves, about the different types and their specialities. "Are you out for any certain reason this morning?" She asked curiously, her head tilting just the slightest bit. 

For some, certainly, her passion might be off putting. To her it was just second nature - her family had been this way, many generations up. They all had a passion for healing and for tending to others, Isley just had yet to find many to investigate her affections and loyalties in. With luck it might change, but for them, the poor meadow was given her attention.