Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

He followed along, his steps light and brisk. She had said they were close, and for all he knew, they could’ve been. These lands were very new to him, so part of him thought on the good side: that at least he had someone who knew where they were going.


She brought him another question, one he didn’t quite understand the wording of: “What do you mean?” He cocked his head to the side. Perhaps she meant making up stories?