This is set in a foresty riverside area east of barton. There is a small clearing in front of the forest where it runs down as a beach into the river; the other side of the river is a very small cliff hanging maybe a few feet above the water.
Here it was that Trixie was perched. Though her mother named her after a water sprite because of her blueness, it happened as she got older that Trixie often felt a kindred connection to water rather often. She loved it's smell, the sound of it moving, and she enjoyed how refreshing it felt on her body. The smell of fresh rains were like a fresh air in her mind.
That day, she was off and away from her family as she had a great desire to venture off. She knew she was an adult now. It was the time of year most bunnies were out feeling twitterpatted and what not. Still, she hadn't really found that special connection with another living thing. Well.. not unless you counted this river she sat at. She started to think to herself that perhaps she should have brought some of those... thistle flowers she had seen on the trail out here. They would have tasted great.
