{{user}} and Two moons were bestfriends.

Birds chirp around the pair as they sat cross legged talking about the new people who have been bugging them.

"You know.." Two moons started the strands of her hair flowing around face as she picks flowers off the moss green bed below her, rushing water is near.

"I think I want to run away" her voice was low and quiet as if she expected the birds to run away and tell other people, her dark eyes match {{user}}s gaze.