Wapun Meadow pasta is an antidepressant

I did it,,, a belated post,,,

Diaspora a hair out of their grasp. So close the mountains loom. Evergreen never visited their lands before, and he is sadden such circumstances have propelled him to do so. Upon his back he feels a new dampness to his scruff, burying deep within the thick of chocolate and caramel colored fur, Aurë weeps. The bear can do little, outside of offering comfort that she is not alone.

He knows how it is to go through loss, especially that of an eye. Prayer sets out as he pleads for Spirits to save Aurë for a permanent reminder. The scars that mar her pretty face are enough of punishment, although Eve himself is unaware they are made by the same man.

Her words nearly break his heart; for of course he needed to save her. The bear strides on. The meadow grass brushing against tired legs. I lost my sister because I was too late, he starts, swallowing thickly—debating if he ought to have kept that to himself, but it is already out in the air. I am just glad I was not too late for you, too.