Wild Berry Meadow It was all she had

Spring had finally arrived. Snow melted into the thirsty earth, days stretched longer, and warmth crept back into the land. Relief washed over the earthen lass, winter had never been kind to her. Too much danger, too little life. She longed for the return of greenery, for the burst of color that came with blooming flora. Nature was her solace, her refuge, her peace.

Kaiaka had been walking for what felt like forever. Nothing here was familiar, and she welcomed the unfamiliar. The very idea of home was foreign to her, a thought she never lingered on. There was too much to see, too much to learn, too much to know.

Her rose-quartz eyes swept across the meadow, drinking in the signs of life stirring from slumber. A soft breath escaped her lips as she took it all in, the scent of damp earth, the rustle of awakening leaves. She had arrived at last, though she did not yet know where.