amanita
in the middle of the night - i go walking in my dreams
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She wasn’t sure how long she lay like a fallen tree on the familiar bed of pine needles. The light had perhaps grown dimmer but she wasn’t really sure. Her mind had been occupied running through familiar faces of her past. Long dead ghosts or at very least, long disappeared. Sometimes she felt ready to join them, she wasn’t that old, but her soul felt so unattached to the body that held it.
A voice broke her out of her reminiscing. One ear flickered in that direction though she didn’t bother to get up. Even as a resounding crack rang through the quiet that had been the forest she still could not be summon the resolve to move. Instead she rolled her eyes in the direction of the noise and whuffed softly. Additional crashes made her close her eyes in the event of spraying dirt and dust. Her ears spun again as the sound of hoofbeats and that same voice drew nearer.
Green eyes popped open to stare at the mare above her who she studied intensely for a long moment. Without her knowing, just like Merrik in the Meadow, this was yet another distant relative. Perhaps something in the face of the unnamed girl, who had apparently caused the ruckus around her, was familiar because she knows she studied her for far longer than was polite. What she couldn’t know is that many years ago she helped hold this very mare’s grandfather hostage in revenge for her sister’s death. What a meeting that might have been. But, that piece of knowledge was most likely lost to history.
“You make a lot of noise.” Amanita eventually observed without inflection and still laying on the ground. She paused for another moment before rolling to gather her legs underneath and push herself upright. Another moment was taken to shake some of the needles from her reddish coat and tangle of black curls. “Yes, fine.” She looked around to see the fallen trees and her eyes became quizzical. She gestured with her muzzle, “quite the feat.” It seemed everyone she met lately had some sort of gift, save a few. It did make coming back from the outskirts of Beqanna quite interesting to say the least.
“Do you live here? Does anyone?” The crimson mare glanced around the surrounding area, she was almost certain there were few signs of life when she had entered the borders and most of it still seemed quiet. However, she hadn’t ever known a piece of the land to be completely uninhabited. Unless there was more at work here that she was not seeing.
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