Wild Berry Meadow foreign creature; gift is a burden

ah, perhaps she had not quite failed completely. a compliment, and a wink, were thrown her way, and the smile grew in the slightest, the woman glancing once more at him before turning on her heel, picking her way through the snows. Her departure was not, however, silent; the humming began as she made her way away from the red furred man, the singing a moment later.

"go to sleep, you little baby-"