It was going to be getting cold soon, and it struck Meadow that she wouldn't be able to enjoy the gardens for much longer. Even though it was still early in the fall, there was a distinct chill in the air. Strange, and very specific, though she couldn't quite describe how. Did it happen every year, the same way? Around the edges of the castle property, she could see the leaves starting to turn from green to yellow, or even green to orange in some places. How interesting... how fascinating.
But she couldn't reach out to the tops of the trees to look at the leaves, she couldn't lean in to get a closer look. Heading down into the garden would be the next best thing in her eyes. It was mid-morning, the sun still brilliant and warm where it hung in the sky. With her gaze careful and observant, she set about studying the leaves of the plants in the castle gardens. Some of them seemed to look less healthy than they had just a week ago. Were they dying? Is that what the yellow and orange tree leaves meant too? Were they dying too?
Sadness colored her gaze as she looked upon the plants. They were so small and relied on the wolves who tended them to keep them well. Was the cold making them sick? Were they going to die? Oh no.
