Wapun Meadow everything the world has to offer me.

She could tell as the man approached that she was being judged. Not in the "ur nose is 2 long im prittier then u" kind of way, but the "I want to know who you are" way. Finley did the same back as he approached. He was a large beast, coated in dark shades with piercing eyes that she could see were exploring her frame. She waited where she was as he approached, not wanting to seem threatening or rude by moving towards him as well.

"Finley Blackthorn," she replied, recognizing the space where he expected her to fill in the blanks. "What brings you here? No offense, but a flower-filled meadow doesn't strike me as being your scene." His voice was soft, but that was about the only thing about him that seemed fit to be frolicking amongst the happily buzzing bees through the rainbow of flower petals.

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