the road less traveled
The plains were so vast that she was loathe to leave them unexplored for long. Having only spent a few months in Novus, Willoughby still had so much to see and do. She felt overwhelmed and also excited. Not a very random emotion for the musician, to be truthful. She was terrified of the future she had forced herself into, but also happy to have made the decision to stay.
Today she wandered as per usual. Having made a small little nest in an avian-like manner between two trees on the outskirts, she left her 'house' to seek. Company? Maybe. She wouldn't be opposed to such a thing. But no, it was more like she was looking for some muse. Her routine was dry and tired by now - she needed something new to entertain.
Else she'd get no coin. Else she wouldn't be able to eat. Nor buy pretty things she had been eyeballing... So lost in her thoughts did she roam without a care, a tune whistling and a spring in her step. Ahead of her, there was another equine. A stranger to the bard. She picked up her pace until she was behind them, flashing a grin if she met their eyes.
@Sofie / speaks
