silatuyok blinked, her lashes weighted with fatigue. for a long moment, she said nothing—only looked at the boy, truly looked, until her chest softened with something akin to gratitude.
then maybe… i stay,she murmured at last, voice low and edged with sand.
only for a little while. to rest.her eyes drifted toward the meadow’s line, where the land opened like a bowl waiting to be filled.
your meadows have good bones. kind wind.
a pause, brief, and then:
show me.