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Fall was almost here and with it came the change of leaves. Once green cottonwood and willow tree leaves were turning orange and gold. Copper touched some while others began to grow dingy with brown. It created a kaleidoscope of glorious colors, ones that could make your jaw drop to the floor if you were standing in just the right spot.

That was how Baba Yaga found herself blinking her gaze back to reality. Her mind spun faintly over words shared in the Forest with Moreigan and her heart raced in her breast. She could hear the whispering of the wind and the chattering of other critters, but nothing brought her to the present like the first leaf falling from a rather tall tree. Her head tilted as her eyes searched the giant tree. She could taste the cooler air, its crispness causing parts of her to awaken in slow steps. It was a change she hadn't thought of before, but now she was working on understanding her own body.

Lifting hooves that wanted to stay rooted upon the ground of the falls, the grey mare just began to roam. She had been heading to search for more herd members and it took time for her to remember that fact. But her own body made the choice as she headed towards the commons. Baba Yaga felt her body shift again, this time trailing after something unknown. It didn't take too long then, for her to pick up the sound of shifting gravel under her hooves. Looking down, the draft mare was about to turn away when a voice coated in a raspy tone captured her senses. Lifting her head, the shire cross let out a faint breath. “I am Baba Yaga… are you okay?” The tone made her worried, but she didn't stride forward as her bright golden eyes landed upon a pale mare slashed with white markings.