its the unknown that draws you in

Perhaps she is more a field mouse than a wolf some days. Some days… well, Meadow doesn’t know for sure. At least she has her wits about her. She was trying to remember how to use her words, trying to fight though the wall that kept her from them. Fighting, needing make it out on the other side. Meadow was trying. She offered a slight, dreamy smile in response to the boy. Gentle. Always gentle.

“P-picking herbs,” she finally managed shyly. Offering him a gentle smile, a little giggle in regards to her own nervousness. How silly that she was nervous. Meadow willed herself to relax. “W-What about you?” She was going for friendly, gentle, dreamy. Who knew if she’d hit her mark.