Blacktail Deer Plateau gold

Greeted by the woman—Meadow waited, still, for she knew there was something Tamar wished to say.

When she spoke, Meadow allowed the statement to linger between them for another small stretch—pondering over the meaning of her words, and where this might stem from.

Tamar’s brood had left at such young ages—Meadow could not only imagine the heartache from this, but as one who had spent a lifetime until recently losing every family member and friend one held dear—time and time again—she could understand the desire to protect and preserve what little sanity and heart remained rather than be torn down once more with abandonment and heartache.

“Have you spoken to Arsenio about this?” There was no judgement that colored her words—simply a gentle coax for further information.