Meadowlark Prairie keep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you

a shiver runs through her body as the icy drizzle from above cuts through her coat, and she shakes it off instinctively. it doesn't help, of course. her movement halts and she lifts her head, turning all around to survey her surroundings. everything looks different again. it always looks different. she sees few details in the darkness, save the whipping of tall foliage in the wind. it occurs to her that there might not be any shelter around for miles, that perhaps she will spend the night alone and in the open. her single eye stings with sudden tears at the thought, and she casts her gaze back to her feet, continuing her journey silently.