Wapun Meadow april showers

periane did not move to close the distance, sensing the girl's hesitance. she simply stood, quiet and patient, as the girl studied her with wide, wondering eyes.
her voice was small, but not afraid.
periane dipped her head slightly, a quiet sort of greeting. periane, she answered, her voice soft as snowfall. i greet you.
her gaze flickered to the tender sprouts the girl had been nudging, her careful reverence for them not lost on her.
the flowers, it was an observation, gentle and warm. do you tend to them?