Barrow Fields just to stay awake in conversation

"so is harley-- like a spring field," she purled thoughtfully, waving her tail. that was what harley meant, her mother had told her a while ago-- corinna had used to know a harley, much different from this one, however. 

she shook her head, ears pricking. "not even close, and not staying, just wandering. i'm headed somewhere, though, and you're more than welcome to join me," she told the stranger with a bright smile. what was wrong with having a friend? corinna saw no problem with it at all.