"I was once an inbred rabbit," she said to me, over a plate of sauteed greens and something that was pretending to be meat, but wasn't. " And once, I think I was an oak tree. One of the mutant ones with sweet tasting acorns."
She'd go on like this for a while. I never really understood what she was talking about. She had hair the colour of fire and eyes like chips of jade, and black velvet ribbons in her hair, and I always felt a little lost when I was with her. Like riding a tornado or swimming in rapids, just barely keeping my head above water.
"Why inbred?" I asked, trying to stay afloat.
"Well, it was Australia, only a little while after rabbits were introduced there. So all the rabbits were inbred." I blinked and took a sip from my handless mug of weird herbal tea.
"Oh. How'd you figure that out?"
"My Sparrow told me." I could hear the capital letter on the word "sparrow".
"I tired to find my spirit animal once. I read this book someone left in a coffee shop. The 'vision quest' got me Eyore from Winnie the Pooh, and the letter divination got me 'skunk'."
She laughed, then, and it was like watching the sun rise, or seeing snow for the first time. It was like that every time. That's why I kept jumping back into the rapids.
We paid the bill, and went out into the clear crisp night. I lit a clove and she lit a joint. The twin trails of smoke melted and blended in the air, and we got lost in rabbits and moonlight and sparrows.