caught in the rain, no piña coladas

Oh, to help her would be to follow her. Meadow understands that. She nods back to the stranger, following her quietly through the fog. The weather could be strange, Meadow supposed, though she's surprised that it's rolled in this quickly. The stranger seemed so sad, and the little girl's heart ached for her. Remembering that she should be practicing her manners, she repeats the script that mom had spent so much time teaching her. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Meadow, what's your name?" The words are spoken softly, but with intent. Meadow was doing her best, and she offered a smile to go with them.

As they break through the fog, the girl peers with gentle awe at the world around them. Her gaze was keen on the tree, first. The weeping willows were incredible, breathtaking even. She's drawn to them for a moment, before the strange stillness of the water draws her in. Surprise crept into her gaze... it's still. It's too still. On careful paws, the inquisitive child draws to the edge of the water. Eyes wide, curious. The stepping stones, the whirlpool, they draw her attention all the same but... hm. The water. There's something up with the water. Meadow was darn near holding her breath as she inspected it.