#//BUT HEY NEW BUNEE FRIEND THAT TOTALLY MAKES UP FOR IT RIGHT

[pyonward]

@sternenteile​​ ⁝⁝ drink deep of wunderlust o’ leaden stars

    — “It’s been a while hasn’t it? How are all of you?”

    Silence. Perfect. The moon and her children are as stalwart as ever, carrying on their duty of lighting the way home for tired travelers like her with the same quiet grace they always had. Tonight, however, she had no interest of returning at least not just yet anyway. For such old friends of hers, she hadn’t spoken to them in quite some time and while they weren’t much for conversation they were excellent at listening. 

    She rests in the shifting grass, paws folded over one another on her chest and eyes starring at the clear heavens above. A familiar pose, one she had made since she was just a scorbunny by the lake. Now where to start, she had lots to discuss. “Oh me? Ah, I can’t complain. At least, I don’t think I can...” A huff. “I don’t know. I just can’t get rid off this feeling that I’m doing something wrong. Should I be going behind her back like this? I know she only means well but I just- I feel like can’t breathe sometimes.” She sits up, feet that were once bobbing with the now alight and burning footprints into the ground. 

    “But what else am I supposed to do?! The way she is... I-I can’t tell her about this! She’ll hang my ears over the mantle! And it’s always take this and take that and I’m so tired of taking but she never stops and-” She gazes down, where there was once fire there is only a pitiful smoke. “I’m sorry, I never was good with explaining things. I suppose what I’m trying to ask is... am I a bad sister?” And, like they always did, the moon and stars didn’t answer. Silence. She collapses back onto the ground, any feelings of familiarity she had being cast to the chilling autumn winds. “But why am I asking you? Of course you don’t know, why would you? You’re not even here...”

    Now that she was properly done wasting time, it was time to go home. Still despite what she said, she couldn’t help but feel that she had traded a weight in her chest for a hole. How else was she supposed to feel after losing a friend? No, she couldn’t go back like this. She had to do something even if it was a little- that’s it! Tiny paws scoop up a pebble from the ground and juggle it from her toe to her knee, keeping the rhythm until the simple stone was now a burning coal. Her target? That shrub in the distance. A straight shot. That’ll make her feel better. 

    Tap. Tap. Tap.

    CLONK!

    Uh oh. That was not the sound she was expecting...

    “OH YOU’RE ALIVE! I-I MEAN YOU’RE STILL ALIVE OVER THERE RIGHT?!” The rabbit’s legs move faster than she thought they could, taking her to the wooden stranger’s side in what felt like an instant. “I’m so sorry! Are you ok?! You’re not bleeding are you?! Do tree people do that?!”