Lost Creek Hollow the days are muted

she slept, and she walked; her dreams took her limbs, her mind, her eyes from her.

and when she awoke, she was transplanted to a place she did not know. it was cozy, and lovely to the eye even in the gloom of night! deirdre peered upward into a tree and asked an owl preparing for the hunt: excuse me, would you be able to tell me where i am? but the owl could not, as he was not of this forest; he had been passing through to rest, to hunt, and would be on his way come morning. deirdre thanked him for his time; owls could be fussy when bothered, but this one had been nothing short of polite.

deirdre moved through the hollow territory slowly, taking stock of everything around her. nothing was familiar to her, and she felt as though she had entered a place lost in time, forgotten. it gave her a chill, this thought, but she continued on her way, hoping to navigate her way to the forests end. she was nearing the ostrega's densite, but did not know it.