Cedar Sweep pulling stars

Along the riverbank did she follow, as the stream felt endless as Miriam's paws continued forward, feeling in a daze as she hasn't stopped for a few hours. Slow movement, like a snail, head hung down low as thoughts come in a dissaray. What a beautiful cedar, her mind commented, but fell flat as a reflection was caught along the riverbank. She stared back, at the silver-dead eyes, she couldn't see any emotion upon her own face, a doll, was she?

A hint of sickness, she felt a sting in her heart, as the dear maiden missed her home just a bit. The riverbank and cedars hanging low reminded her faintly of the one near her own Orchid, and how she missed it. Oh what beauty, it reminded her just lightly of home. A sad look peered out, as Miriam faintly smiled.