Wapun Meadow flexing like a goddamn acrobat

His name was Gunnar, and he was from ... a place that Eshe didn't even want to attempt to say. She knew she'd butcher it and embarrass herself. "No, you didn't," she replied as she yawned and slowly rose onto all fours. It'd been a good stretch, and she felt relaxed. "I always welcome company." She smiled.

"I'm Eshe ... from ... nowhere in particular. I decided to take a break to stop and smell the roses—both literally and figuratively," she said as mirth danced in her eyes. "I also figured there might be some poppies in these fields, given the diversity of flowers I've seen. Do you know if any grow here?"