Common

This is stupid, she grumbled to herself, dark-rimmed ears tucked tightly against the nape of her painted neck. I should have gone to the Peak. Said territory loomed to the North, the fierce mountaintops hidden by heavy storm clouds, their dark bellies promising heavy rainfall. Winds, stirred by the weather system, whipped her mane back and forth as she hastened across the open plain of the Commons wishing she'd never decided to go to the Ruins at all.

After her disastrous second trip to the Commons, Hymn had sworn she would never put a pale hoof inside of it again. The last thing she needed was some Lagoon brute attempting to force her to the south, nor any Peak matron attempting to bolster their numbers before the impending election. But the storm above was far too close for her to feel comfortable weathering it on such a tiny spit of land, and so she'd reluctantly cut her "tropical" vacation short and hoofed it home. Only, upon landfall, she'd subsequently realized that if she had any hope of returning to her comfortable nook in the deep recesses of the northern Falls before the storm hit, she would have to cross the Commons. If she didn't, she'd either be trying to navigate in the rain, or forced to shelter in the Peak and she didn't think she'd ever recover from the scolding she'd received from Roisin after what happened last time.

Muttering an uncharacteristic curse, Hymn had hastened across the Commons, trying to simultaneously hurry while not drawing any attention to herself. I'm just passing through, she muttered in her mind each time someone's gaze slipped over her. Now, huge raindrops were beginning to fall in sporadic bursts, leaving unusually large wet spots across her coat, so cold she couldn't help but shiver as the temperature shifted drastically downward. She paused for a moment, peering anxiously at the sky, and then continued her trek, worrying her lower lip between her teeth as she tried to hurry onward.