Wapun Meadow Follow your dreams, but don't forget about me

she mirrored his crouch, way aside, in the flowers abuzz with work of bier.

but mimicry made her no huntress. the bier arose as her feet brushed against pretty little daffodils, announcing an intruder upon the meadow's peace.

she decided that ended the game.

whoops. she smiled at the mudman, teeth bone-white.