Wapun Meadow april showers

minor forward date!

the meadow stretched wide before her, the snow retreating in patches to reveal the first stubborn signs of spring. periane moved through it with quiet purpose, her steps careful not to disturb the tender sprouts that had dared to wake from their slumber.
but she was not alone.
a girl, slight and stumbling, wove through the meadow’s embrace, dark against the pale earth. periane’s gaze softened at the sight—at the contrast of clumsy steps against a world that deserved reverence. she had known such innocence once, long ago.
she did not call out. instead, she stepped forward, slow enough that her presence would not startle.
you walk carefully, she observed, her voice low, a thread of warmth woven between the words.
she tilted her head slightly, watching the girl with a quiet kind of curiosity.
do you love this place?