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!
A borrowed basket clutched firmly in her teeth, the girl set out to make use of the warmth and daylight hours. They wouldn't last forever, and winter would come soon. If she was lucky, she'd be able to find plants that were prevalent and healthy enough to repot in her room, though she supposed that they'd need sunlight. Maybe auntie Gwyn would have a solution... the plants needed adequate sunlight, but Meadow tended to shy away from letting too much light into her living space.
She's lost in thought as she browses through the herbs, perusing intently. The girl gathered some elderberries into her basket, but was disappointed to find the plant small and perhaps not the healthiest specimen. A little scowl on her face, she reached to prune away some unhealthy, sad looking leaves. There's tenderness in the way she regards the plant, but then, it's the same tenderness she often shows to living things. With a sigh, she steps back, growing more aware of the heat as it clings to her coat, the dampness as it clings to her paws. But then... that's not the only thing that she picks up on. As Meadow realizes that she's not as alone as she initially thought, she freezes.
