Meadow had seen so many pictures in so many books. There were so many plants that she had yet to see, yet to touch, yet to smell. All of them were captivating, fascinating to the young girl. She wanted to know more, to see more, to touch them face to face. Nearly a year old now, it wouldn't be the end of the world if she stepped out from the castle walls, and into the garden beyond. She could smell it... now to visit it.
Really, it was like an entirely new world. Meadow's eyes shone with it. Her heart had wings as she moved through the crunchy fall leaves and into the God's Garden. Truly. There were no words to describe it. Once cultivated, now half wild-- more than half wild. The scent of wild mint filling her lungs along with the crisp autumn air. How wonderful. How absolutely lovely. Really, Meadow couldn't have described this feeling with all the words in all the books.
What Meadow wasn't expecting, however, was that there be someone else out here. A boy. A tall boy. Her eyes go wide when they settle on him. What was he doing? He dug and smooshed at the dirt, but Meadow hadn't the faintest idea why. It wasn't like he was digging potatoes out of the ground... weird. What the girl didn't realize? In the process of trying to sort out what the stranger was doing, she was staring right at him. Oops.
