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Sage has always been an interesting young pony, with a lust for adventure and finding out more about this world she lived in. Through her experimentation of the various hobbies she could try she found herself enveloped in the world of magic and Fae. Why, in a world where the only thing proven was the dreamer creating us all, why can't all of this be possible too?! Who's to say the dreamer didn't come up with these fantastical creatures of magic, or make potions possible, or create the energies all around in their forests and home! There were so many unknowns, so many places to explore and people to meet! She couldn't be held back now!
After years of research and preparing, the mare had set off from her parents on a journey, to travel the world every-pony thought they knew so well. But, be sure you don't call her a tourist. She isn't traveling for the sights of large towns or to take pictures and memories, oh no. She is traveling through the forests, exploring every tree and connecting to her surroundings. She was determined to become apart of this untapped world, one of mystery. And, the forests were all just so nice.. from swampy ground to hard rocky mountains she would enjoy every step of the way.
Something she really loved stumbling across, though, were graveyards. As cynical as that may sound, she swears it makes sense. She's always had a strong belief for the paranormal and entities which travel along their home. Some may be wicked but others are just looking for company, someone to follow along in their boring after life. Or, so, that's what she thought. She enjoyed spending some of her nights wandering the empty fields of stones and talking to herself- or, if you ask her, the spirits. She believed that, maybe, there would be a spirit there who didn't get many visitors and it might feel just a little less lonely whenever they crossed paths.
Tonight was one of those nights. After wandering to a town to stop and gather some food and supplies for a hut she was setting up she stumbled upon a graveyard and swore to herself she would return once the sun had set to wander the paths. She trotted along, careful not to veer away from where people were supposed to and extra cautious of not disturbing the headstones or graves. Sage didn't want to anger any spirits tonight as she chattered away quietly about her adventures. Her parents often warned her of going and trying to contact the dead, especially if she was practicing her Wiccan with protection spells and such, but she didn't quite agree with them. How could this be bad? It was so calming, listening to the quiet sound of her voice and the quiet tap of her hooves along the gravel pathway. Something so soothing couldn't end in regret, could it?
@houllow