Wapun Meadow april showers

there was a strangeness to this woman that adalynn found more fascinating than the little garden before her feet now. her little tail brushed against the stems, though frigid.

she looked down at the flowers again though, to find whatever it was this woman spoke of. like what?
her voice as soothing as honey. and adalynn was just a bear, intrigued by the sweet allure of delicate words and the promise of wisdom that lied behind them.