Private The Farm IN TO THE LIGHT ౨ৎ meadow

[nutmeg ♡]

Leaf-bare came and went just like that, another season survived under her belt. But this season, she did not just survive... She thrived, protecting her baby sister, gaining more to her family than any other season. And today is the day, finally, where the snow has all disappeared. She notices it when she rises before the dawn even starts, rising from a makeshift nest she had shabbily put together the night before, encroaching on the farm fields. Its that moment, when her eyes no longer burn from the snow reflecting the light, that she remembers she has a promise to upkeep.

Her paws carry her with a practiced precision to a place she has been many times, to the very place she had grew up in. Her paw-steps grow quieter as she approaches, leaning down "Psst! Meadow! Wake up, come on," she keeps her voice low enough that it wouldn't rouse their mother, eyes flicking towards the sleeping body just a bit away from her sister. "We'll be back later." she murmurs quietly, as if there were any chance at all that her mother would be listening. The quiet snores coming from her say otherwise, but she cannot help but be paranoid.

It's another race, Nutmeg challenges; perhaps this would help shave off the lasting sleep from Meadows eyes, if she needed it at all. They're off in to the distance.

They reach the fence that they had stood on so many weeks ago, with Nutmeg clambering up and on top of the post, shifting over just like she had before to give Meadow some room. "Look! Isn't it pretty?" she purrs lightly, eyes bright as she looks down at Meadow, hoping to see the same sparkle in her eyes as she had when Nutmeg described it at first. She can feel her throat tighten at the fact of going past this fence-line, afraid of what is out there, what she could find... But she made a promise and no matter how much this hurt her heart, she would never back down on her word, that much she knew, that much she refused to do. Budding flowers dot the grassy moors and the morning sunrise casts a pink-orange glow against the tall blades, shrouding the earth in colors. It's breathtaking, and another reason why she enjoyed new-leaf so much. "It's your adventure, buttercup, i'll follow." she gives her permission to go forth, nodding. Wherever she went, Nutmeg wouldn't be far behind.

@Meadowpaw

 

[Meadowpaw]

Shaking off all those heavy chains
Now I will find my own way

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Meadow stirred with a soft, confused murmur, her brow furrowed as Nutmeg's whisper tugged her from the depths of sleep. At first, she clung to the last bits of her dream—something about flowers taller than the barn and a sky that glittered like endless stars—but her ears pricked the moment she recognized her voice.

"Meggie?" She mewed groggily, blinking in the quiet light. It took her a second to remember where she was—the cold barn floor, the distant snores of Mama—and another heartbeat to fully open her eyes. Meadow's eyes lit up, and only briefly sparing their mother a hesitant glance, she rose and slipped from her nest to creep after her sister.

The ground was damp and sweet smelling, buds poking curiously through the earth, and the wind no longer bit with the same icy teeth. Meadow trotted beside Nutmeg, bubbling joy barely contained beneath her paws. They ran again, powder replaced by soft grass, her soft giggles carried on the breeze like petals.

When they reached the fence, Meadow didn't hesitate this time. She scrambled up after, growing paws finding their places with more confidence than before, and nestled into the space left for her. She looked out at the field they had visited weeks before.

Her jaw went slack, eyes going wide and soft. It was exactly as she imagined it. No—better. The sunrise kissed the fields in streaks of gold, flowers tiny and fresh dotted the grass in colors. She could barely contain the urge to hop down and start picking some to decorate their fur with.

Her face was alight as she turned to her sister. "It really is..." She said softly, "There are so many Meggie!" She looked ahead to the open field. Then back at Nutmeg. Where was she even going to start?

Meadow looked forward again, the wind tugging gently at her whiskers, and for a moment she felt dauntless. She reached out a paw, placed it over the fence line, daring to go past the boundary that had long since been off limits to her.

Slowly—carefully—she climbed down the other side. A radiant smile settled across her face as she wriggled her paws into the soft grass. Meadow looks down at the grass and then starts ahead, turning to make sure Nutmeg is still behind her. "Do you think… maybe we could pick a few?" She asked, drawn to the spread of flowers before them. They smelled so lovely, it seemed a shame not to tuck a few away for a rainy day.

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