Wapun Meadow bébé ils ne veulent pas de toi

The meadow was a bleak place with only faint touches of a green not quite returned. It could have been worse, she supposed, it could have been a complete mud hole of nothing more than pitfalls and other nefarious traps. But the meadow was a nice change of pace if nothing else, and it was at a leisure pace she made her way along.

Maybe once spring finally rolled out and everything sprouted and grew, she would find something useful here. Of course, it would have been a pointless task to try and gather herbs, but to know where to find them... it certainly drew her back to a simpler, happier time.

When those dark clouds threatened to rain and weigh in on her though, Phoebe firmly shoved them away. Too much time had passed to try and find her way back home, though she didn't know that it would have been as much of a pointless task as wanting to gather herbs—her family, for the most part, was long gone. Free of this place and its neighbors, presumably off to happier climes.

She paused, drawing in the scent of the earth, of the ever present damp, and much more.

@Merrick