Dröm ♞

She didn't know where her hooves were taking her, nor did she have a clue as to what she was going, seeing, living. Dröm was about as content as a fish out of water. Her past few months have been more than traumatizing for the small healer. She had (tried) to participate in defending her home from invaders, only to grow fearful and run in terror. Later, she learned that her home was no longer hers, but Edge's. The thought that she could so easily lose her home like that once more made her hesitant to even look for a place she could live. Her fragile spirit broke further with every mention of fighting. What would she do if she lost her home to another invasion? After she had been outed by the new Fall-dwellers, she attempted to steal the lead, Kaj, or rather, one of his possessions. He quickly retaliated, brutally challenging the mare, not considering the fact that she may have had trauma from the invasion that had happened only days prior. As a prisoner of her old home, she grew depressed, starved herself and more. Eventually, though, Kaj told her she could leave after Frostfall, deciding that would be an appropriate sentence for the thief-healer. Now to the present, a luke-warm Birdsong day filled with the clatter of chirping birds in the canopy of green above her head.

The area was too serene for the chaos she felt within.

A shriek escaped her chrome-marked lips as her hoof got caught on a above-ground root. Quickly, the Arabian fell to her knees, then stomach, throwing her body slightly foward between two trees. At first she was uncomfortable, stuck between two trees, her fat belly wedged between the trunks, thoroughly stuck. After about a minute, she gave up standing, instead she moved her snout around, teeth searching for grass. Yes, Dröm was stuck in an uncomfortable position, but that would never stop her from eating the surrounding grass. Her green cloak covered her back, hiding most of her copper coat. She blended into the scenery well, so well that it would rise the statement, "Maybe she is meant to stay there, a woodland decoration."

Splayed on the ground behind her, was her mass of unruly, blonde, curls, accented by one of Hector's reddish-orange feathers. Her mane was equally as beautifully untameable, however less visible as it wasn't splayed all over the ground.

After another couple of minutes of eating the closest blades of grass, she noticed everything grow darker. The sun was setting, painting a beautiful spectrum of colors in the sky. Dröm could not see the sky clearly though, the thickly leafed trees blocking most of the sky. Still, a few rays managed to seep through the holes in the canopy, bathing all that ray touches in golden-orange highlights. It would be beautiful if Dröm wasn't very much stuck. She tried to stand, to push herself onto her legs, but it was little use. Every movement caused the bark to viciously scratch at her side, bite at her sensitive flanks.

So she did what she knows, and begins nibbling on the grass again.

"chatting."

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