Firefly Glen Things fall apart,

A rustle, a tussle, and a breaking of branches upon her descent, Morwenna rumbled down a small hill. Landing with a 'oof' escaping her lips, she was disorientated as she stood up. Her joints cracked, toes burrowed into the dirt, and she cursed herself for misstep-ping over that stone. A fool she had made herself, though she wasn't sure if anyone had seen.

Leaves and twigs shuffled in her fur, tangling around the back of her head, that inclined an itching sensation that her wired. She halted in her stance, scratched out as many as she could, but could still feel sharp splinters deeply lodged within. With a defiant huff, it would be a task to when she found herself safe. Secure.

And she felt anything but.

Though the scenery was nice, she didn't think she'd find herself this far south of her exiled kingdom. It had been hers, but as all things do, it came to an end. She wouldn't return to those memories lest they be in her nightmares, haunting her in the darkness.

Morwenna decided to explore, seek the space around her, and wondered about those that she may find.

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