[open] climbed a mountain and i turned around –

[Let]

Let& Fenwe

Today seems like an early summer morning like any other on the cusp of spring; chilly, crisp, a rose-gold glow lacing everything. The sun lights the sharp edges of newborn leaves and painting the shallow dips and peaks of the meadow in pale yellow. Much of the meadow is chewed down short, but alas Beqanna’s grazing residents are pretty wise and there is a conscious rotation of the golden crop. Where folks graze changes often enough to where it all stays healthy, some patches even left alone to keep the wild flowers plentiful. Mounds of flowers are always left untouched, smiling proudly in a sea of eaten neighbors.

Let has hung around here for the past two years, giving birth to her daughter here and never really leaving. It is a safe and plentiful place, and Fenwe has managed to find plenty of friends, even if she’s never left the Meadow in her two years of life Let likes to think she’s pretty fulfilled. (Fen does not agree.)

“I see my friends, Mother, I’ll be back.” Her daughter’s smooth milky voice matches the same purring tone of her own. She kisses her lips to the girls soft shoulder to silently bid her adieu. The rules of not leaving do not have to be discussed, they’re known. And off Fenwe sways, to the hill in the distance with a group of young boys her age. Let only watches her for a moment before turning her attention to nibbling the fresh grass at her feet, her mind drifting away in daydreams.

hanging around, her and her daughter @[Fenwe]
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