Gypsies arriving

[Dark Crescent]

Gypsy was walking through the forest varily. She had separated from the rest of her group for a while to just breathe in the air of her old homeland. Arriving back home felt... strange. She turned her ears this way and that, listening intently. Her steps were careful, light, and she heard the gentle chime of the bell bracelet around her hoof acutely.

She felt she had grown very old since her last visit there. What had changed? What had pulled her back? Would she stay this time?

She doubted it. Gypsy had never been one to remain in one place for too long.

[Dark Crescent]

Suddenly, Gypsy was certain she could hear sound of other ponies walking nearby. She stopped to listen, then turned quietly to go through the bushes toward the noise.

[[cont. in Angel's thread]]