[EVENT] Rapture in the pathless wood

[Charlotte]

rebels and mutineers
go forth and have no fear

Everyone is talking about the ghost.

Okay, maybe not everyone but Charlie hears enough equines talking about the spirit that lives in the trees by the lake in Denocte, while she is there trotting through the decorated streets exploring every inch of the festival. The filly, who is finally growing into her wings but seemingly less into her legs, gets ganglier and more mussy by the day, and she tosses her short black mane as the forest rises up before her like hundreds of silent guards.

Upon her withers Indy alights, flight silent and golden eyes sharp and bright. “Do you suppose what they said is true?” the Osprey asks, gazing into the darkness. It is almost impossible to see a path forward, as the crescent moon offers very little light to see by. A smirk tilts up the corner of Charlie’s lips, and her vermillion eyes shine as bright as a flame.

“There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” the young girl responds, taking her first fateful steps into the shadowed woods. The temperature is chill, and the dying brush trails along her sides like so many grasping, reaching fingers. When the first cry drifts toward her on the still air, Charlie stops.

She can’t tell where it’s coming from; it’s almost as if the voice is coming from everywhere. It’s impossible for her and her bonded to be the only ones in these woods, searching for this wandering spirit, but Charlie has never given up on anything before. And I’m not about to now, she thinks, as she presses on.

"Speaking."

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