Curiously, the natural road gave way to a broad meadow, and even from the great distance from which she was to it, another tower stood. Though she had heard tell of other courts in passing since arriving, actually laying eyes upon another construct of the ancients of this distant collective of realms was something remarkable. It drew the endlessly inquisitive girl to a stop, her eyes widening as she beholds the distant towers. Eager to be a bit closer, or to perhaps find someone to tell her where it is she has found herself, the girl picks back up her wandering at a trot, but this time, rather than aimlessly following some random landscape, she made her way towards a destination. Humming as she makes her way across the fields, it isn’t long before the gentle music generated in her head makes her way into the open air. Not the best of singers, but certainly not the worst, Maude’s voice was ordinary at best, and, at times, painful to listen to, especially when she struck the high notes. If she stayed casual and remained in a moderate range, however, there was a gentle, story-like quality to her voice that was pleasant, and, if nothing else, her songs were usually about pleasant topics. In time to the beat of her hooves against the ground, the girl gives voice to the tidbits of song she has had great difficulty airing, due to her grief. Something about today made it easier, however, and the more she let her voice out, the easier it became, even though this song, like most, was one that had initially been written at home; Evangeline had even helped her work out the second stanza. “The Forest Queen in fall is prettier than them all! Red leaves worn in her hair, her silk cloaks, ever so fair. Gents press her for a dance, for even just a tiny chance to see the Queen twirl at all! And yet the Forest Queen was just as merciless, and mean… ouch!” Her cheerfully bellowed tune is cut short as one of her hooves plunges downwards suddenly, throwing the maiden off balance, and wrenching her ankle harshly. Stumbling about before haughtily limping her way back towards the hole, her brows furrow down over her eyes as she angrily glares at the guilty foot-grabber. Whether a rabbit or gofer, she is unsure (Maude was a gardening girl, and knew very little about critters, however cute she thought they were), but the result was the same… Her ankle was awfully sore. She was certain it wasn’t sprained or broken, just almost so; hopefully, just hanging out for a while would give it time to feel better, and let her carry on with her adventure. Hopefully, she thinks to herself, with an overly dramatic sigh. that I will see the Light |
@Somnus
