Wapun Meadow she is now.

fear rippled into the air, dampened by the incessant rain.

astara coldly watched shisu turn to face her, remembering their last meeting.

how the woman had taken her toad and flung it -- or was that really what happened? time had a way of distorting memories.

she lifted her head in response, a silent affirmation -- meanwhile, her snack dangled grimly between two perfectly clean teeth.