Wapun Meadow Can't wait for quittin' time, comin' around

For her part, Bridget was having a grand ol’ time. She remained on her back for a time, still laughing, but as those quieted down she rolled over and looked at the flowers near her as she caught her breath. Was that honeysuckle?

She stood and moved over to look, completely failing to see her observer hidden nearby. You are a pretty patch, but do I want to carry you all the way home? She huffed out a breath with amusement, nosing the flowers briefly. She hadn’t been planning on going home just yet! Maybe on the way back.. she added, more a murmur to herself.

If she started gathering a hoard now she’d have to keep track of it and cart it around. But if she didn’t intend on mountain climbing, she’d have to come back this way anyway! And could easily snag some then instead.