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

There was a snap, followed by an audible hissed curse. Bridget smiled, smothering a laugh, and sat up. Apparently someone was lurking nearby, but the curse made it clear whoever it was wouldn’t be a threat. A killer wouldn’t have let that slip before attacking.

Pretty harsh language for a flower. She replied, not bothering to really search for whoever made the sound. She could give them the dignity of a disappeared retreat if they really wanted it. Do you kiss your seed-mom with that mouth?

Chuckling at her own joke, she waited in friendly silence and knocked a few plant remnants out of her fur with a scratch. It really was a beautiful day, weather wise. She wasn’t surprised more we’re out enjoying the sun and the flowers.