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A warm, gentle wind sweeps through the meadow, setting the sea of yellow flowers into motion around your feet. Ahead, Peyral is stretched out in the deep grass, his dark dreads spilled like shadow across his face, his lips parted slightly with each slow breath. The stems beneath him sway as if cradling his weight. He hasn't moved at the sound of your approach. You pause, watching the peaceful rise and fall of his chest, considering whether to speak or let sleep hold him a little longer.