Wild Berry Meadow lily of the valley

She has crossed the mountains after spending some time there, enjoying the unfamiliar terrain. So much she has seen in the world and still, still, there is more. Much more than she will ever see, if she continues to age. There is not many seasons left, not the endless stretch before her in her youth. Life is finite, and the Void calls for us all.

The Melonii passes the woods without a second glance; she is headed for the meadow and the dark shape within it. A woman, sunbathing. A smile curves her lips as she strides toward the stranger, tail swinging slowly behind her. She fixes her indigo eyes on the ghastly white paws, then up to her face, and clears her throat delicately, if the other hasn't come to attention already.

Enjoying yourself, I see, Megara croons, settling on her haunches a pace or two away. It is quite nice, in direct sunlight, a reprieve from the bitter midwinter cold.