Meadowlark Prairie toccato and fugue in d minor

His mother. she appeared at his side, and his eyes moved to fall on her face as his expression became light for an instant. she seemed to expel a sense of security and safety, and his concern over being rather lost ended abruptly. perhaps his tactic of choosing a direction and moving had worked!

he moved close to her, planting himself next to her foreleg and shooting her an expression rarely seen on the stoic boy; the smallest of smiles. he was very, very happy to be notlost. his gaze fell on the other again, adopted in his expression stoic once more.

his mother suggested that the other be lost too. could she be lost too? then why wasn't she heading in a single direction as he had been? but she claimed not to be, that she was looking for...herbs. the boy sent a quick, curious glance to his mother. what on earth were herbs? yet not waiting for an answer for long, his optics fell on the other, then roamed around the clearing, searching for anything that distinctly resembled a "herb"...whatever those were.