Wapun Meadow ii. sweet-smelling flowers

There was something endearing in his expressiveness, as though he’d learned to talk through glances and gestures, wags of a tail and little gasps. It’d been a long time since Jasmine had had to rely on anything but these things, but it made her feel different than when she just talked her way in and out of things. Mischievous. Wild. Free.

Haha!

She raced ahead of him like she hadn’t done since she’d ran with the crew along the sandy shores, waves beating sea spray against her laughing face. She laughed now, and let the winds rush the pretty smell of flowers by.

Jasmine called back with a trilling oo-woo? You sure? Teasing again, and she snapped her course and skirted in a tight loop to wind back around him, and hopefully past him, before he could realize what had happened.

If she managed the manoeuvre, she’d send him a cheeky grin along the way.

hehehe so very much!! <3