Wandering souls never stayed in one place for long. They were driven to follow the wind in its finicky patterns, to chase after half composed dreams and even worse half-truths. Rowan was a wanderer by nature, having grown from the awkward stage of foalhood in a rugged desert where she had been an outcast with her mother. Never staying long in bands, always moving on. Hoping for a better future. Her mother had abandoned her, disappearing like a ghost into the distance. So Rowan had been raised by a far older mare that manipulated and forced her into a mold she could hardly fit. Even so the need to leave her precious homeland at times was a bit too strong. She was not one to run after half started dreams, but she sought knowledge. Her mind was a well oiled machine that required new information to keep it both satisfied and running. It was not easy for her, so she had become a Scholar beneath the wonderful Cassiopeia. And that was how she had found herself, the real Rowan behind the facade of herself that her adoptive mother had created.

On this day she wandered north, through dark territory she rarely explored. The Grey lived here, she had heard. It was all very hush hush, but if you needed business with them they were never far away. Limbs creaked and groaned overhead, leaves rustling in the gentle wind of Birdsong. It was like the forest was alive, watching her every move. Waiting for her to give her blood to the ground where so many others had spilt it. It would not happen on this day, but she was not sad to disappoint them. Heaving breaths met her ears long before the scent of a femme did, and cocoa ears pricked forward in curiosity. Quietly she stepped towards the sound, picking her way foreword with dark hooves that blended well with the undergrowth. Blonde curled locks fell over her shoulders and framed dark oceanic eyes that peered through the shadows the trees provided. A mare she did not know was standing before a pool of water, clearly tired from something. Rowan instinctively began to process why, brain whirring to life. Sweat was flecked around her neck and flanks, breaths coming heavily, and she was clearly parched if she was drinking with such relish. Wind tousled mane, incredibly long, told her in the long run that the mare had done just that; gone on a long run. Why and from where Rowan was clueless. Whickering softly she stepped forward from the treeline. Letting herself be seen, hesitating there for a few moments before stepping carefully closer. Picking her way, contemplating every step and deducing which place would be best suited for her hoof. Rowan did not move too close, giving the woman her room. Curious, kind sapphire eyes looked to the beautiful chocolate mare. Calm, all-knowing aura radiating out from her. "Hello. I am Rowan. Are you well on this beautiful day?" Asking in her soft voice, never one to have a particularly loud or brash tone. It was simply how she was.

[[That sucked I am sorry lol]]