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[skibbereenfarms]

     Evenings were perhaps Morgana's favorite time of day, mostly because it allowed her time to reflect on the day's events. Some days, not enough things had been done, while others she found herself a very busy bee. Recently, it seemed as though things were incredibly slow; well, that's what solitude will do to a mare. Without a family or any other business to attend to, most of her days were spent drifting and exploring. Unfortunately, there's only so many trees she can stand to gaze at before they start to look the same. Just as it starts to bore Morgana, it starts to get to her as well. She soon realized how turned-around she had gotten in this land, and soon enough, she found it nearly impossible to find the spot she started in. The mare did attempt to find her way back, keeping a cool head and figuring she would be able to return to the border eventually, but the ever-dipping sun began to worry her a bit.

     Face the fact, Morgana. You are lost. There isn't any other creature around, and you are so completely lost. Though she didn't exactly like the idea of playing damsel in distress, it certainly seemed as though she were in that sort of situation. With a soft sigh, she continued through the trees and the fog, getting even more confused from the unfamiliar scents and too familiar trees. She debated calling for help, but she was still determined to do this for herself. She just hoped that she could go undetected long enough to flee before being confronted; after all, who knew what sort of beasts lurked here.

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muse. Only If For A Night by Florence + The Machine