Wapun Meadow Sing, Bluebird, sing

A light-hearted chuckle escaped the lips of the golden nymph as the youth performed in varying displays of enthusiasm. In many ways he reminded her of herself when she was younger; charismatic and awfully innocent, yet she knew things were unlikely to remain like that for him. In time, the boy would encounter many, yet for now Sim caved to his easy nature.

"Perhaps," she spoke, fondling his offer with humour. Her direction was unclear; she yearned to claim a life for herself outside the former duties she had once succumbed to yet nurturing that side of her was harder than she had expected. Maybe a trip to visit a roving pack would do her good. "You don't happen to know about herbology or remedies, do you?" she'd chip. Before their encounter she'd had the chance to scour the meadow and, though she knew of many, some plants' usage were particularly anonymous to her.