Meadowlark Prairie to savour your accent

”it’s ruined lots of things,” merrick confirmed. he had yet to learn of the coastal flooding, the split mountain. and he found it all very irrelevant in this moment; if death was to come, he would be the one to escort it into existence.
”i’m finn,” the boy introduced, the lie slipping easily from his throat. ”i was heading toward the mountains, see what’s going on there. scouting for my leader.”
that was true, he supposed, bemused by his own willingness to mislead. ”do you think it will end?” the yearling inquired, continuing on with a dip of his head that invited her to walk with him.