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

Lavender was a little too daft — or maybe just a little too inexperienced — to catch onto why Mae was flustered. She was a simple girl with a simple life; she had never desired or been desired. She loved her mother, her father, and her brother. Her older sister had commanded all of that kind of attention.

So she swiftly let it go, and it was probably best for them both. Despite her size and stature, Lavender had a hearty appetite. She would never turn down food. Mae, she repeated, I would enjoy that.