Sun Mote Copse It is raining in my heart

Weejay had since indeed abandoned her garden.  No longer guardian to her topiary, she now roamed their little copse in a dejected and often purposeless fashion. She missed her flowers and the moss; she missed her brother and her mom -- and winter seemed just another stroke of bad luck come to take more things from her. 

Weejay's eyes were on the ground as she walked -- which made her nearly walk into Wraen. Standing at attention the girl offered a bleary blink of her tired eyes, wondering why it looked as if Wraen were searching for someone -- and why she was here near her abandoned garden . Hello. The girl offered, knowing it was rude to ignore an adult's presence.