its the unknown that draws you in
meadow
Light spreads out across the crumbling stone as the sun begins to dip beneath the horizon. Rays of pink and purple covered every inch that it could. Warming the earth and all its nooks and crannies. Summer was refusing to fade. Though this one hadn't been as warm as the last, he could tell that today had been its last attempt at being hot. He felt it in his damp fur as he lay in the shade. Large paws stretched out, toes spreading and moving some grass around until he peeked out between the blades. With the abundance of rain that had fallen recently had come the overabundance of plants. Herbs and flowers from what he could tell, but he wasn't much for those sorts of things. Letting out a sigh, he watched the blades of grass and leaves flutter from in front of his muzzle. His red eyes lazily move over the landscape, slightly bleary and blinking slowly as if he might fall asleep at any moment. He even allows a quick yawn to open his muzzle and reveal a darkened liver-colored tongue that flexes and slides along his teeth before his lips close over them once more. When he looks around again, he realizes something. This garden, or ruins, whatever they wanted to call it, was quite pleasant when the year brought heavy rains. He presses his paws into the ground as he rolls onto his side, stretching out his long legs and appreciating the dampness of the soft dirt that moves and shifts beneath his heavy weight. When he rests his cheek upon a warm stone, he continues to watch the sky around him. Stars begin to sprinkle the sky as the birds go to bed and the bats begin to swoop around for bugs. A delicate breeze ruffles his thick fur with its mud-clumped patches. Pleasant. It was the perfect word to describe this twilight evening as he watched his surroundings. Content to stay here awhile and soak in the humidity that clings to him. "Speak."
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Summer. Meadow likes the summer, actually. Sure, it's sticky and humid, maybe not her most favorite things, but the herbs grew in summer. The herbs and the plants... this was the first year she was really old enough to go looking for them on her own. Now that she was in her own room, too, she was safe from the prying eyes of anyone who told her that maybe we should return some of those books to Gwyn's library before taking out new ones. She was free to stack the references beside each other and pour over the pages and that was just wonderful-- wasn't it!
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“P-picking herbs,” she finally managed shyly. Offering him a gentle smile, a little giggle in regards to her own nervousness. How silly that she was nervous. Meadow willed herself to relax. “W-What about you?” She was going for friendly, gentle, dreamy. Who knew if she’d hit her mark.
Kind of lost in thought, he is taken by surprise when she introduces herself and compliments him. Both ears perk up and he blinks a few times. Moss? Turning to check his fur, he lets out a laugh. "It's not moss, but it can look like it, huh?" He asks, his smile widening as he turns to look back at her. Stretching out his paws against the grass, he releases a yawn before rolling up onto those too large paws. "Well Meadow, the name's Wilder," he takes a step toward her, lowering his head so its more on her level. "What kinda herbs you after?" Wilder asks, head canting to the side as he perhaps gets a little too far into her bubble.
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