Wapun Meadow the book about my idle plot on a vague anxiety

She caught the expression that had quickly stolen over the girl's face and a pit formed in her stomach as she regretted sharing the berries with her. She reminded herself that even if this girl didn't like them, the experience was worth it — trying something new was worth it.

But she didn't have long to be disappointed. Not bad. Which was better than bad, obviously, so she considered it a win. What'd ya say your name was?

I didn't, she replied, but it's Lavender. Who are you?