Wapun Meadow april showers

periane watched the girl with quiet patience, the faintest curve of a smile touching her lips. young, curious—drawn by the promise of something unknown, something just beyond reach.
come, she murmured, voice warm as embers, beckoning with a gentle tilt of her head.
see for yourself.
she did not command, did not demand—only extended the invitation, letting the choice rest in the girl’s hands.
there is more to the world than what you know, child. more than what your eyes have yet seen.
her gaze flickered to the flowers, the delicate things swaying beneath the chill, untouched by the frost that threatened to claim them.
but you must step forward to find it.