Are you sick of me? Would you like to be?

Leora moved gracefully through the cluster of willows, waving in the wind as if to greet her. Her green eyes almost matched the flora that grew here, she stuck out still however against the stark green and dull brown backdrop. Her warm brown coat and white markings clashed with the area, in a way that was not exactly unpleasant. Her legs moved as she looked up at the waving branches, they swayed and moved so gracefully. The rustling of leaves was a quiet sort of music, the type that could lull someone to sleep if they stayed here too long.

She drew closer to the pond, lapping at the water leisurely before walking back to the willows. Resting her back against one she relaxed, taking gentle breaths as she hunkered down next to the tree in the comfort of the shade its low-hanging branches provided.

"Talk"