Wapun Meadow Past and Present Storms

Weetzie wasn’t used to being called adorable or cute or anything similar, except by his mother which he had often found annoying. He wasn’t sure how to respond to a strange female (albeit an attractive one) saying his name was adorable. When she smiled at him, he relaxed a little and smiled back. Even so, a meek “Thank you,” was all he could manage.

We was concerned that the girl didn’t want to find shelter but wanted to do something fun instead. He assumed she meant playing some sort of game. He really wanted to find shelter right away, but he figured he would be outvoted since his sister would probably rather play or show off or something. They still had at least a few hours before the blizzard would hit, so maybe it would be okay.

He was also concerned that playing and having fun was not really in his nature. He was usually more serious and worried about being responsible. He wasn’t sure how to respond to the girl’s suggestion, but he figured it would be pointless to argue (and he found himself not wanting to disagree with her and he wasn’t sure why). He looked to his sister with uncertainty. Surely she knows more about having fun than he does.