Fairspell Meadow if all our life is but a dream

She stretches out with a soft whine, comfortable where she's settled among the soft grass of the meadow. She'd wandered farther from Eastwood than she typically does, searching for the solitude she so desperately needs — and the last few hours have been utter bliss. If a bit... lonely, ironically enough. She reclines further, head resting near a patch of flowers while her tail thumps lazily behind her. Despite her best efforts to keep her thoughts firmly away from others, she can't help but wonder what Eastwood is doing right now. Perhaps hating her for leaving him on his own so often.