the road less traveled
Delumine was a special place full of special people. She found she related to the equines here, but was not connected enough with them to actually join their court. Perhaps she never would join one, but if she had to choose she would pick the Dawn. As a rule, Willoughby greeted each day - each dawn - with a smile on her face and a spring in her step.
Today was no different. She found herself wandering Delumine, visiting the meadow she had sometimes traveled to. It was peaceful here and she could stop and think. Lyrics bounced around in her mind about many different things. Mostly new routines she would love to play for others. She did not save enough coin for an instrument yet, but she had her eye on something in the Night Market.
It was a lovely item and they promised to hold it for her. Willoughby scoured for anything of value to sell so she could reach her goal. Today she would pluck precious herbs from the meadow. It didn't help she didn't know the names for most of them. Pulling weeds was more her speed. Too engrossed in her own thoughts, she failed to notice the mare approach.
@Maerys / speaks
