[Whitetail Woods] Come Let Go

[Dubstep]

It was a dark night in Whitetail Woods, Riven Poultice had just settled into her cabin for the night; taking down her long braid, letting her lovely mane flow freely and shutting off the light, she curled up into bed and closed her eyes, but was unable to fall to sleep. Restless, Riven laid there, tossing and turning, staring out the window up at the stars; it wasn't long ago that she had been imprisoned, seeing the same stars behind iron barred windows; with a sigh and one last toss and turn, Riven rolled out of bed and walked outside for some fresh air.

"Ahh, ah don't do this enough, feels good ta be outta that cell...no locked doors, no windows barred....just me and nature once more! Ah love it!" the mare said to herself as she walked among the trees; stopping now and then to gather some herbs to place in her satchel. The night was filled with the soothing sounds of crickets and other creatures of the Woods, such a serene place to live. After a few hours of walking, Riven came to a tree and laid down, "Wellp, ah suppose a little rest wouldn't hurt too bad, not like this is the Everfree after all." she said to herself as she laid down, humming a

to herself.

[Skye]

A pair of eyes watched the strange pony from his perch high on the hills above the Whitetail Wood. He'd seen this strange pony meandering about through the forest on her wayward quest, leaving him curious as to her mission. She'd picked various plants and herbs he'd really had no experience with except for knowing they weren't good to eat, so as for what she had planned, he couldn't tell. He crouched low on the ledge overlooking the wood, framed only by the starlight behind and above him, nearly invisible from his vantage point. Skye watched Riven carefully as she picked yet another herb, one he knew to be poisonous if ingested and mused to her purpose. Maybe she was making medicines? He'd heard that herbs of different types could be used like that.

Then as she flopped down under a tree, he perked his ears high. Was she...singing? Humming to herself? A tune he could barely hear, one he was unfamiliar with. Then again, most music he was unfamiliar with, even with all this time here. He'd been along the edges of Ponyville enough times to catch snatches of music from different places, but this one he'd known he had never heard before. And yet this pony was definitely piquing his interest. Skye decided to keep an eye on her during her presence here, nopony wandered alone through the wood this time of night on her own, and his mission to Celestia couldn't have been cleared than that.