Wapun Meadow Plates and Saucers

he could barely make out what the woman was saying through her beestung mouth. "i am sure he has anything you might need. he keeps it all so ... neat," merrick laughed softly, beginning to back toward ursus, leading her through the soft wet grass and its profusion of blossoms.
"lots of experience treating all of us," the man mused, falling into step alongside the woman. she was silkweed and velveteen, soft-edged. clay to be molded by the ones who gave themselves in service to the bear.
"i'm merrick," he introduced by and by, shifting his one eye to her pained, lovely face once more.