Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

Had she been asked a month or two ago, Moonstone would have given a solid Yes! without hesitation, but those were less complicated times. It definitely helped, she sighed, hinting that there were still some kinks to be worked out. I'd love to meet her, she said, suddenly taken from her grim reflections to a beaming grin. Making friends was one thing that Moonstone was particularly good at, but it had been some time since she'd made one around her own age. She yawned, smacked her lips a few times, then excused herself with an apologetic laugh. Maybe by the time she gets back, I'll be more well rested. I might have to sneak away for some sleep soon.