"Trying" was really quite the overstatement. He wasn't trying to do anything. Least of all scare away company. But there were problems that came with the territory of being a strange nocturnal forest hermit and spooking off the first bit of company he'd received in moths was it, he supposed. Didn't make it any more fun to find a poor pony lost in his neck of the woods, stumbling around in the dark, and their first reaction was to scream loud enough to shatter glass for miles around.
But it would certainly
look as if someone was trying to recreate the Blair Witch Project in their back yard. Objects hung from the trees all over, little glittering rocks suspended from strips of leather, dangling far higher than any earth pony could get to. The clearings were worse. Each one had an arrangement of stones on the forest floor, neat geometric patterns clearly placed onto the landscape, often times with stick sculptures to go along with them. Cryptic would like to say that there was some deeper meaning to them, but it just genuinely felt satisfying to turn the rough landscape into something meticulous and manicured. And... well he had a lot of free time on his hands.
The bones were likely the most worrying decorations.
Lita Maxwell
God I'm the worst, I'm so sorry! I straight up lost this one.
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