Wapun Meadow flexing like a goddamn acrobat

It was a plan—she'd visit Kvarsheim when the time was right.

When Gunnar motioned towards the portion of the field ahead of them, Eshe's smile grew wide, and she galloped ahead. "Oh, what perfect growing conditions," she marveled, crouching beside the flowers. "They're perfect," she added, marveling at the purple flowers. "I'll replant a few when I establish my garden. Thankfully they'll take to most soil conditions."

She sighed happily and stood. "I can't thank you enough. This helps me so much." Poppies were the key to providing extensive and pain-riddled care; now, she could do more.