[private] you want to give up because it's dark; castile

[Madelyn]

So let your heart, sweet heart Be your compass when you're lost A dreamer is what she always has been—she is oblivious of the world, and truly is in her current state as she moves among the forest floor. Her hazel eyes do not search for anyone or anything in particular. Only the feel of the faintly warm winter sun is something she notices. Then again, it is only for a second that she cares to give attention to the world. Madelyn continues her walk, through the freshly fallen snow she had awoken in not long ago. Her hum continues. It seems a little louder this time though—perhaps making up for the silence of the forest today. Suddenly, she is quickly brought away from her dream-like world with the hustle and bustle of the multi-colored stallion. Madelyn jerks to a quick halt as he pulls out of the forest. His greeting sends a sharp look of worried across of her face as she turns to him to fully grasp what is happening around her. Her worried reaction doesn’t last long and is quickly plastered with the same smile she had on before. “Oh, hello there!” She instantly greets back to him. But it seems she is quickly bombarded with more words from his lips. Her hazel eyes carefully watch the stronger. His fascination is easy to notice—then again, she has always felt like she could get a good reading on others. Madelyn giggles at his words. She finds his questions quite interesting, but they are not completely preposterous to her. “I am quite happy today. It’s a new day!” she says with satisfaction. There is a smile she cannot surely hide stretching across her lips. The buckskin mare doesn’t find herself feeling anything else except that. She does not really remember feeling anything else in fact. It has been a long time since she even thought of or felt something other than being happy or content with herself and the life she found herself living. His question puzzles her though, almost as she questions the reality of her happiness too. Madelyn’s head tilts to the side, her brow furrows in perplexity. “Are you not happy?” she asks plainly, not even considering the current state of her place. The dreamer does not dwell on the fact that he is a stranger. A stranger in the forest, searching her out, prodding rather random questions at her. Madelyn a naïve daughter of emelia & nocturnal

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@[Castile] I sped it up to the current season. Hope you don't mind