Wapun Meadow Past and Present Storms

dear predictable brother, easily swayed by her charms (and the affections of this sweet-smelling lady, how nice!) "she's got the right idea," wb declares with a playful cackle, watching the nose-boop in action. not many she's met are as physically bold and playful as she -- damn it's a real shame this girl is straight (or at least straight for weetzie) 'cause oh baby if they could just, you know, hang out a little more alone...

but no! the focus of the game is breaking weetz out of this shell of his, so she nudges his shoulder encouragingly as he bounds forward with a yip, laughing bright and cheerful. she lets weetzie take up the chasing, darting this and that way herself through the snow with no real aim of interrupting them beyond keeping close to make sure weetzie actively participates like a good little boy. besides, running with no real goal in mind: refreshing!