Wapun Meadow bébé ils ne veulent pas de toi

It was true, that children did not truly appreciate what they had. She felt that deeply, though it was a fleeting thing. Acknowledge and let go, and she let the wind in their wake take it away. Presumably, in pretend, for it would haunt her later where the deepest of dreams would lead her.

She paused with him, catching that sidelong look instead of just what he meant.

"Are they like you?" she wondered, her naivety no doubt shining through. She could picture grizzled creatures who had seen a thing or two. Fierce, fearsome beasts, the sort who seemed cut from stone... or perhaps could cut stone themselves. A silly thing really, but she could not help but ponder the substance that held them together. Yet with only a breath to pause, she realized how her inquiry sounded.

She rephrased: "Are they looking for their purpose too? Like you're all together to help one another." It still seemed off, and her brow furrowed. You know, like, how a pack should be, except she was pretty certain that too was the same thing. Why else would they possibly have interest in one another, right?