Wapun Meadow gilded lily

freedom had never tasted so rich. the spritely, untamed woman carved through new lands with splendor. alone, no family, no traditions—just she and the wind, which whispered good tidings in her ears. it had led her here, for purposes not yet known to her. ancestors surely have something planned for her, something great. 

esadowa flaunted through the snowy meadow with a wistful smile. singing a tune native to her tribe, the only piece of them she carried with her in strange lands. as quick and graceful as the breeze, as free as the birds that fluttered about in the skies above. 

unbothered and untethered, the way she wished to remain. for she was a wild storm, one that knew no end.