Fox's Glade climb the fence, books and pens

The sadness hadn't left her yet, though it was abating; she found that throwing herself into watching the herds as Valette had instructed helped greatly. She hadn't yet seen the leader, though disliked the thought of simply staying away from her. It seemed wrong, somehow. Her mother hadn't explained, in her many lessons, how to handle grief, and thus Poppy assumed that she ought to figure it out herself. 

Carefully did the stretch her head this way and that as she made her way past the borders again, remembering something she'd seen when she'd met the dark girl. Her attention was stolen, however, by the brightness that infused everything; odd, for the middle of the night. Craning her neck up as much as it would allow with burning, she peered owlishly at the moon, massive and lit brightly against the stars the twinkled around it. They seemed so unimportant beside the moon, and quite taken with the sight, Poppy plopped onto her haunches to watch the stars and the moon as they hung heavy in the sky.