Moonspear It isn't very often

Treepie found patrols rather boring. But they were necessary, so she stuck to her schedule and entertained herself by singing songs or creating poems on the fly, usually haikus. On occasion, she let herself get lost in a daydream, relying on muscle memory to steer her on her course as her mind wandered away.

She fantasized about weddings on this snowy mid-morning. It began with imagining her relative’s upcoming nuptials. Then she wondered about her own far-off wedding day. It was hard to picture, with no frame of reference, but Pie mostly caught herself trying to picture her ideal spouse.

Movement snared her attention, snapping her out of her daydream. Treepie smiled when she recognized Hakumele, then seized the chance to distract herself from this particularly uneventful patrol.

Haku! Hello! How are you? the young woman queried as she pranced closer.