With events in Novus being as they were, Willoughby felt stifled by the city walls. She once more would wander, as was her way, in no particular direction. Outside of Delumine was her goal, but somehow she found herself in this meadow. Yes, she had been here before. Yes, she knew the way out but today... She felt unnaturally whimsical. Airy. She lacked her awareness more than usual.
The maiden almost tripped over her hooves a few times, feeling akin to drunkenness. The fresh air would do her some good after the city. Breathing deeply, Willoughby would flicker around the meadow and follow the scent of flowers. She bent her head over a small patch of sunflowers, a slight chuckle on her lips. It was then she noticed a more ebony shape a few trots away.
She didn't lift her ear, but her ears would flick in his direction. She'd never seen him before but he looked like he belonged here... Perhaps a member of the court? Still, she would not bother him. Lately, Willoughby had noticed some equines didn't want to randomly chat. As much as she wanted to be friendly, she withheld.
“speech”
