Wapun Meadow prelude in c major

The bird went on to point out her coat, just as another chill made its way down the girl's spine. "yes,"  She replied only, though added after a moment, "it's okay, though, because I'm not alone anymore." She elaborated, standing as the wounds seemed to clot and slow. She peered up at the bird, remembering her earlier frantic flight across the clearing. "this weather can't be very good for birds, either." She continued, referencing the scene that might have seemed almost comical to some. "why don't you migrate?" She'd wondered why some bird did and others did not, especially if everything was supposed to be better to the south.