Fluttering into the clearing, a petite mare stepped onto the ground and looked around at her familiar environment. Linnea never wandered very far from her teepee; she always feared getting lost again. Never again would she wander far... A bright color caught Linnea's eyes and she noticed a small bunch of wild flowers budding and taking in the full sunlight. Smiling happily, Linnea walked over to the flowers and gazed at them fondly. They were so pretty. Oh so pretty.
She continued to watch the flowers quietly as she thought about random encounters she had these past few weeks. There was a lot that she wanted to do with her life but she's always felt constricted by her fears. Socializing wasn't exactly a good point in her abilities and wandering wasn't something she wanted to do either. They were very... constricting to her. Linnea sighed tiredly after running through these points in her head. "Oh, I'm sorry little ones, I don't mean to be negative..." Talking softly, Linnea couldn't help but talk to the flowers.
