she decided to look for the way home, a silly girl with silly thoughts, camping in dark woods and avoiding bright paths where a puffin told her raw meat was the opposite of what she needed but if she split herself in two and came back as the moon and not the finger pointing to the moon, she would be welcomed as a scold for herself, advising others when she’s in a dark mood, and he suggested just ask the mood where it could go to be happy and that would lead to a truth telling trailhead, but you’re just a pelagic seabird for god’s sake, so she gathered up as much pea gravel and tumbled glass as her bonny apron could hold and tumbled ass-long into a volcanic rock, untouched, unique, and just as nature intended.