Meadowlark Prairie Stay wild, moon child

still exploring, anyone is welcome :)

The moonlight was welcoming, a sort of distant friend that followed her along her journey though it was still young. Kinvara traveled by it, lived by it even, and the moon was her closest friend it seemed. Mayhaps that was a strange notion, that Kin's best friend was the moon. What a lonely creature one must be to consider the moon your closest companion. In truth, it wasn't surprising. If Kin ever had hopes of finding a lover they would have to be as twisted as Tate Langdon. 

The Latin woman found herself in an open field, patchy with regrowth spurts of grasses and the odd rabbit warren. Many of them were abandoned though Kinvara poked into them curiously, the tiniest bit of childish wonder making her red eyes wide. One though was not vacant and Kin managed to snag a meal from the sleeping rabbit within.

It was beneath the light of the moon that she sat by a brook, relaxed for once and staring out at the water silently.