Meadowlark Prairie i'm getting older

for @Qiao

She didn't stray too far from Vesper, but she did wander. Vesper seemed to have her own agenda, and Blueberry. . .

"Agenda" was too solid. Blue just—walked, until she could not any longer. She walked with the thought that steps could satisfy, but the growing distance only left her bereft. She strolled across the prairie with the notion that she could find herself, but she'd lost something along the way.

It was wrong. It was all wrong.

The girl stood upon a hillock, early winter winds buffeting her ivory fur, scanning the horizon with deep, slightly watery eyes.

The Redhawks could go fuck themselves, and so could her parents.

This was life.

She was alone.