Silly Astrana. Grass is the least rare thing on a prairie.
"I was hoping that this wild place would have animal spirits that were easier to call. But I'm still doing something wrong. It could be the paint I'm not using. Or maybe I'm not doing the dance right. And I didn't bring the guitar but it seemed unnucessary for this sort of thing." Willa says, planting her elbow on the table and her chin on her hand.