She'd spent a decent amount of time in the Grove lately. Though it was technically winter, Meadow found herself outside anyway. Winter hadn't quite brought on the cold she was hoping, instead turning the entire world around her grey and soggy. Hey, that was okay. Soggy was fine too, she didn't have all that much to complain about. Cloudy and soggy days wouldn't dampen her spirits, not if she didn't let them.
Looking for useful herbs in the Grove was a decent way to pass the time. Well... yeah, that was what she was supposedly doing. Not that she was looking all that hard, or all that intently, instead allowing herself to be lost in thought. There were so many interesting things to think about, after all. One of the best things on Meadow's mind was the big, brilliant mirrors that she'd read about. Something about focusing the sun, something else about a death ray... it sounded so cool. Not that mirrors could actually kill anyone, so there wouldn't be any real death. She wasn't going to hurt anyone, no, of course not. She was just going to think really hard about the cool heat ray.
Think, and think, and think more. Meadow was more than a little lost in those thoughts when she, quite literally, stumbled on the boy. A soft squeak, and a backwards stumble-scramble. Her eyes went wide, peering at him. A stranger in the Grove? A stranger. Here. In the Grove. Meadow stared at him, wide eyed, startled for a long moment.
