It has only been an hour and I am already bored, disheartened might be the word that some would use, but in reality - there really was nothing to do. Here in a thick copse of pine trees there was little option for excitement other than to stand still and hope you do not stab yourself on the needles. My nose was still sore from my first venture and twinged at the memory. Mother promised not to be gone long this time, tail snapping in her swift departure, leaving me with a sense of discomfort and dread. With the relief of Orangemoon I was not nearly as burdened physically as I had been during Tallsun, making the trip at least a small percent easier. Still I was alone, and no matter how cool the breeze blew, it could not snip that niggling bud of desperation knotting in my stomach.

I walk, choosing yet again to wander rather than stay put as my Mother so aptly commanded of me. It was her way of keeping me safe, I hated it. So much so that I gave in to the incessant tugging against my breast, placing one hoof in front of the other until I had moved past that particular grove and into the next. I was a dead give-away in this place, my black and white flesh did next to nothing by way of camouflage, leaving me an open target. Yet I had no fear of being attacked here, I was too busy looking around, ducking under low-lying boughs and side-stepping roots. It was not until I looked up from the ground that I realized my wayward feet had actually led me somewhere.

There appeared to be a whole community gathering in this place, although a majority of those present were made of up foals. Most of them my age while the occasional adult stood out. All of them had directed their attention toward a tree, a tall tree whose skirts bustled out wide and low. Its needles gave me the impression of knives rather than stiff pines, goose-bumps burst out across my spine as I shivered. This tree was different than the rest, white blue tips made it stand out against the earthy green and orange that crowded against the outskirts. Voices were rising, asking questions, none of which I could pin-point to an individual source. I did not recognize any of the equines here, all of them strangers. All of them potentially dangerous. "What is it, what's happening?" I ask, tip-toeing cautiously up to a sandy brown stallion, the only one who might have had any form of authority over the situation.

"Talk."


ooc - speaking directly to @Cowboy
seeking a Dragon! With toxic breath. No previous rolls or refusals.