Fairspell Meadow until you lose it all

The mage always thought that everyone was adept to change. Everything you went through changed you, you were always growing and changing. Whether it was always a good thing, that was an argument for a different day, but change was inevitable in some way, shape or form.

His growl startled her and head flew up, blue eyes wide, but she saw the rabbit as he did and calmed down, though she suddenly felt very ill. And a sharp pain began in her abdomen, but it quickly receded. 

She tilted her head and chuckled. Of course I am. I am always hungry. These children. Goodness.