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She was far from home, the trip was long but relaxing, She had taken the train from Spring rain to Falls harvest. Having heard rumors from ponies who would rarely traverse threw Butterfly Marsh, though on dangerous boarder between the castle's waters of Drowning Depths and her home. she rather enjoyed the butterfly marsh, there where so many plants both aquatic and land, even the willow trees intrigued her, she adored the insects she often saw, keeping a few at the time over the years, she gained quite the studious collection of bugs. Vermilion had so much time on her hands in fact that she had a large collection of notes and pictures all stockpiled in her own personal library over the many years she had to studies on her own.
now she was outreaching beyond the safety of her homelands no longer staying within the confinements of her home, she had long desired to see what the world had to offer her, and falls harvest was her first destination, she trotted forward, eagerness enveloping her heart and soul from a trot she began to dash confidant in her stride she began to head for Dark grove a rumored place she had only heard of in tales she had never heard of such a place before a week ago, she began her trek towards the boarder of fall's harvest and winter's breath. since the train passed threw the boarder she wasn't to far of, it had been a while before she achieved her destination. the dark grove, she began to look around with much on her mind a satchel at her hip and a book and quill within along with some small bug jars and a magnifying glass with a net across her back tucked into the strap. she began to search the grasses, the trees wondering what she would find, along the way filling a jar with plants, dirt and other things to make the bugs habitat much more enjoyable or at-least tolerable for the bug she would keep in each jar. from there she wondered to the north sight seeing the grove, it was wondrous and much more of what she admired rather than large city's and towns that where usually noisy and bustling,though she lived in one of the quieter sections of the sections she still admired this grove.
as her travel threw out the grove continued she stooped by what seemed to be a park, with a few jars of local insects she took a seat and dug threw her bag pulling out a book and quill along with ink and her small lunch witched consisted of an fruit salad and tea, how she managed to fit so much in a small bag was quite perplexing to say the least. she wrote in her book occasionally stooping to eat from her apple witch she sat upon a handkerchief whilst she sat and enjoyed the fresh air and serenity of it all. she knew well she would need a place to stay for the night but that would come later.
now she was outreaching beyond the safety of her homelands no longer staying within the confinements of her home, she had long desired to see what the world had to offer her, and falls harvest was her first destination, she trotted forward, eagerness enveloping her heart and soul from a trot she began to dash confidant in her stride she began to head for Dark grove a rumored place she had only heard of in tales she had never heard of such a place before a week ago, she began her trek towards the boarder of fall's harvest and winter's breath. since the train passed threw the boarder she wasn't to far of, it had been a while before she achieved her destination. the dark grove, she began to look around with much on her mind a satchel at her hip and a book and quill within along with some small bug jars and a magnifying glass with a net across her back tucked into the strap. she began to search the grasses, the trees wondering what she would find, along the way filling a jar with plants, dirt and other things to make the bugs habitat much more enjoyable or at-least tolerable for the bug she would keep in each jar. from there she wondered to the north sight seeing the grove, it was wondrous and much more of what she admired rather than large city's and towns that where usually noisy and bustling,though she lived in one of the quieter sections of the sections she still admired this grove.
as her travel threw out the grove continued she stooped by what seemed to be a park, with a few jars of local insects she took a seat and dug threw her bag pulling out a book and quill along with ink and her small lunch witched consisted of an fruit salad and tea, how she managed to fit so much in a small bag was quite perplexing to say the least. she wrote in her book occasionally stooping to eat from her apple witch she sat upon a handkerchief whilst she sat and enjoyed the fresh air and serenity of it all. she knew well she would need a place to stay for the night but that would come later.