Fairspell Meadow Weeds can be pretty too!

not far from the forest a meadow glistens. kaede searches slowly among a thousand blades of grass for the mushrooms which lie pillowed on the black earth beneath.

larks swoop; flycatchers dance. rabbits spring in playful leaping beyond the wolf.

steam from open jaws touches the cold air. kaede raises her head. something breathes, something smaller than herself.

slowly she straightens, head turning on slow swivel as royal eyes cast for movement.