Lonely from their years of humidity and quiet as the trees they came from ;;

My mind was in turmoil. It had been ever since that day I left Moose with such a hostile farewell; I still didn’t know what had come over me. Suppressed demons had emerged and wreaked havoc over my mind and soul, and what came out wasn’t truly me. I guess the chaos of these new lands had taken a toll on me, perhaps the onslaught of new acquaintances had me riled up. But honestly, there was something amiss that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. These past few days (or weeks, hell, all my sunrises blurred into nights now) in my new home had given me a place to rest my head; and though my storm clouds had not cleared completely, there was one thing I knew I had to do.

About a day ago I had found my way back to the place I had met that sweet mare, Moose. The smells of different lands and civilians invaded my nostrils and I realized I didn’t know where to go from here. As I pressed on, my senses became fidgety. My throat tightened as my thoughts began to wander on potential scenarios I could find myself in – especially ones where I found myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. There were rules of these lands I still didn’t comprehend, but I didn’t care. I had to find her.

As I weeded through the scents, the wind carried one that I remembered quite well: the earthy, humid, smell of nature that clung to that mare’s hide. I adjusted my path and travelled for the better part of the day trying to find my way to her. Just as the sun began to set I found myself on the edge of a dense plot of forestry. The terrain beneath my hooves became soft, the soil wet with the humidity of the air. The aura of this place reeked of mares and earth, and something in my core convinced me I would find Moose inside – or at least a lead that would point me in the right direction. I took a deep breath before I pushed onward, hoping I would find Moose… before something else found me.