Wapun Meadow And miles to go before I sleep

Echelon held the openness of the meadow with a disdain she could not hide if she had wanted to. There was something about it that just set her askew, something that prompted her to cringe inwardly at the fact that they were upon it standing like two different sized peaks of pitch blackness.

Still, it was where she returned to find Tonravik, who, like she, stood out against the scenic backdrop. She approached from a length, no doubt long spied out by the watchful figure in the distance. And that was a distance she hastily closed, as she also did not want to linger long in the meadow. There was nothing there for them and Echelon was more than eager to make their preparations. Tartok would thrive here, she felt, and they only needed to find a start for its bold beginning.

Slipping in close to her aokkatti, the smaller figure sidled against her for fleeting warmth. An unnecessary gesture as the weather had been warm, but one of affection all the same. As far as she knew, they were alone, and it was perhaps only then that Echelon brought herself to show some significant note of emotion.