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04-06-2016, 11:37 AM
Well. Now I am well and truly lost, the purple-haired mare thought. Fiachra ducked her head beneath a low-hanging branch and picked her way carefully through the underbrush. She had parted with the trail a while back, thinking she was heading in the right direction. She had meant to head back home, back to the Basin. She was weary once more from travelling and exploring the great lands of Helovia. She has seen much of her new world, had learned much. Now, however, she was tired and lonely again and was ready to lie down in her little cave and sleep for a week.
She'd been certain she was on the right track. This forest looked similar to the woods she had passed through when first coming to Helovia, the Threshold. She thought she would simply retrace her steps when Zahra had brought her to the Basin that day. Of course, it didn't quite work out that way.
Her tail caught on a bramble and Fiachra jumped. Tugging her tail free with a frustrated swish, Fiachra looked around. She needed to take stock of her surroundings. The forest was thick, the canopy letting in very little light above, and giving very little space to move about below. Furthermore, is was quite so quiet. No birds were singing, despite the early spring afternoon. There were no crickets chirping or frogs croaking. A shudder ran down the dark mare's spine. She did not like this place. It was dark, dreary, and stifling and she wanted out.
Glancing around, Fiachra tried to gather her bearings. She tossed her plum-hued tail, swatting a couple of gnats who dared to try for a bite of her hide. She had come from the south. Southwest? she thought, doubtfully. That would put the Basin to the far-north-northwest, of course, but was there a way to get there from here. Maybe she would be better off backtracking and going around. To she needed to go that way. No... that way, the corrected herself. But maybe it was that way instead? She stamped her fore hoof, impatient with her own lack of navigational skills. How had she allowed herself to get into this mess?
"Talk."
She'd been certain she was on the right track. This forest looked similar to the woods she had passed through when first coming to Helovia, the Threshold. She thought she would simply retrace her steps when Zahra had brought her to the Basin that day. Of course, it didn't quite work out that way.
Her tail caught on a bramble and Fiachra jumped. Tugging her tail free with a frustrated swish, Fiachra looked around. She needed to take stock of her surroundings. The forest was thick, the canopy letting in very little light above, and giving very little space to move about below. Furthermore, is was quite so quiet. No birds were singing, despite the early spring afternoon. There were no crickets chirping or frogs croaking. A shudder ran down the dark mare's spine. She did not like this place. It was dark, dreary, and stifling and she wanted out.
Glancing around, Fiachra tried to gather her bearings. She tossed her plum-hued tail, swatting a couple of gnats who dared to try for a bite of her hide. She had come from the south. Southwest? she thought, doubtfully. That would put the Basin to the far-north-northwest, of course, but was there a way to get there from here. Maybe she would be better off backtracking and going around. To she needed to go that way. No... that way, the corrected herself. But maybe it was that way instead? She stamped her fore hoof, impatient with her own lack of navigational skills. How had she allowed herself to get into this mess?
"Talk."
Home, where I wanted to go,
And nothing else compares.
And nothing else compares.
@Rikyn Hope it's okay!
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