Blacktail Deer Plateau You and me

Wanna do a fade? Have something more up to date, maybe?

Mama’s garden. Lotus remained pensive a moment, the memories she held of the specific place revolving around her mother doting and nourishing what she could of it—the sadness that had played in Meadow’s eyes when she had departed it a final time. Her lips pursed—she gave a solemn nod.

“C’mon,” she murmured, offering her golden brother a half smile, and luring him to explore parts of their new home.

If they never looked around, they would never feel at home.