Wapun Meadow two lovers, entwined, pass me by

all welcome but specifically searching for @Milan !!

It had been a week. The sun had risen and set seven times now, and his so-called pining only grew harder and harder to bear. As if driven by something subconscious—something deep within him—he dared closer towards the valley than he had before, breaching the center of the meadow and marching towards its edge.

He'd tilt his head back, calling for the deeresque woman. The necklace, though somewhat darker, dirtier than what it had been when she'd bestowed it upon him, still hung against his neck. Some of the petals had fallen, others browning slowly. But he would wear it until it could no longer be prepared. A testament.

Frederick had yet to realise the potential consequences for getting too close, should it be a stranger that approached rather than Milan. But for now, his mind was occupied by her and her alone as he sat back on his haunches, tail swaying behind him.