Wapun Meadow iii. [m] sunglow and wildflower petals

He struggled, but tried. Sharp whines pushing through into the cool summer day. She could see him thinking, silent but thoughtful. Persistent, determined.

She felt another shiver run through her, that a man would try so hard for her.

These thoughts were nonsensical but that hardly registered with the girl who ran with strangers through fields of wildflowers, and chased the waves with others.

And then, it came.

Gentle, as dew soaked moss caught sunlight in the early morning. As baby sparrows felt the air with downy wings. Tentative. Sweet. Soft evergreen rimmed with golden light.

His voice was the colour of newness. His voice was the colour of peace.

Something primal took hold of Jasmine. Rather than speak, she leaned into him and pushed her head against his chest. Breathed in, breathed him in.

Evergreen, mountain pine, the smell of the wilds, of grasses and sun.

He was everything easy, everything free, and she sought to wrap herself in him.

I think we can mark the thread now with the appropriate title! Feel free to fade to black, unless you’d like another round before doing so! :D