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The corner of the swamp Willow currently called home was a wild splash of color, overgrown with flowers that she'd seasons gathering and planting, filling the gaps between the roots of mangroves that spilled into the swamp. It was a painting, in its way, using the landscape as her medium, and it was shocking that she'd managed to dedicate this much time to one project, without flightily moving on to some fresh new idea.

When the mare emerged, the reason behind it became clear in the lick of growth in her footsteps. She barely had to work to get this kind of growth, now. It all but occurred naturally.

"Watch where you step!" Her tone was sudden and sharp, somewhere between annoyed and afraid. "Don't crush the purple ones!"

"Are you daft?" It was affronted, as Willow stepped in closer to get a good look at the young doe's face, maybe a bit too far into her personal space to be comfortable. The mare seemed unaware of it, and unconcerned about it, eyes narrowed behind the startling brightness of their glow and her chin tipped up just a hair.

"...oh, you are. Well, I suppose I can forgive it, then." She pivoted in place to look back toward the work she'd been doing -- deliberately crushing purple flowers to a pulp, it seemed -- and a vine curled up around her ankle, affectionately.