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

Mae was quick to polish off the last of the given berries. The flavor had startled her at first, but it was quickly growing on her — not so unlike the girl who had offered them. Lavender. She was still swiping the last of the berry juice from her lips as she glanced back up toward the blurry grey shape of her.

Kinda small, wasn't she? Mae was no Captain America herself, but she abruptly felt guilty for taking food from so small a girl. Mae, She offered. Thanks again for the berries. I got some fish back home, ya want some? Then she realized just how that sounded, and her cheeks went hot. I mean... only if you wanna. That just made it weirder, didn't it?

Mae decided to shut up.