You're walking through some god-forsaken swamp, brown eyes glossed over and seemingly focused on something way too far off. Your shoulder bag is full again and you're rather pleased with yourself. Your venture to the Deep Forest with Lace-Face was rather uneventful and you never did find what you were looking for. She took you here, though, and boy did you hit the jackpot. In the Northwest corner of this murky land, where it meets the sandy beaches of the Endless Blue, your plant grows in abundance. The beautiful white and purple flowers reach up from the grounds just begging to be plucked and stored in your bag for later use.

Huge hooves take you sloshing through the marsh, no regard for whether you're standing in the murk or what dry land there is. You look like you've been rolling about in the mud and muck. Maybe you have, but maybe it's just weeks of dirt and debris built up on you. When is the last time it rained? You can't remember. You don't care anyway. It's not like you've ever tried to be clean. You've got more important things to take care of- like keeping your bag full and beating the shit out of anything that annoys you too much.

In this particular moment, you're walking on some of the little solid ground there is. Your path has been a little wavy, but for the most part you've been walking pretty straight. You don't know where you're going, of course, but that's never bothered you before. Suddenly, a horse fly lands itself right on your ass and takes a healthy size bite. A normal horse might have swished it's tail in irritation, stamped a hoof or trotted off a few steps. You take your reaction to a whole new level. You throw your head in the air, deep voice bellowing a call of disapproval into the air. You break from a walk into a strange gait- canter in front and trot in back- for a few paces before you suddenly crash your right shoulder into a tree. Brought to a sudden halt, you snort angrily. Without a second thought, one of your front hooves comes up and kicks backward at the stupid tree. Yes, you've made quite an entrance.

Taking a moment to get your shit together, you look up to realize you've crashed quite rudely into some gathering. Oh well. “What the fuck are you looking at,” you say, not sure that any of them are looking at you at all. Of particular interest is the mare who was leaning against the tree you so ungracefully became one with. Walking, or rather stumbling, a step to the side, you immediately try to move away from all these horses and find yourself strangely confused about why the hell you're here anyway. Stupid plants. And though you curse them, you would never live without them. So... are you supposed to be here? You're not sure. Lace-Face isn't here, but you kind of slipped away from her on accident. Better not leave, just in case.