Wapun Meadow no rest for the weary

Evien gave a snort of laughter at the imagery of his mother as a bear. It seemed fairly accurate, especially with the fierceness in the way she protected and cared for him. That was the one thing his mother did - loved him. Just too much, he supposed. 

           "Yeah, that's pretty good. She was like a mama bear. I like that." It made the picture he had of her turn into something more comical instead of menacing. Like a bubble waiting to be popped instead of prison bars that he couldn't escape from. Humor was actually one of Evie's favorite coping mechanisms, and he was happy Fields seemed to relate.

           The next question took him aback. Brows creased slightly before they smoothed back out and he sat up just a bit. For a moment, he studied Fields - all bright blond and blue eyes and backed by colorful flowers and sunshine - before he spoke. "Apart from you being way too tall, no. I don't think there's anything wrong with you." He knew from experience the effect familial abuse could have on someone. The things it could do to your head. "You can't let him make you think that about yourself, Fields. Taylor. There is nothing wrong with you," he asserted, seeking eye contact with the other boy. "Nothing."