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[color=silver][h3]~Celia Mockett~[/h3][/color]
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A lone figure moved through the forest, moving at a slow and unhurried pace through the moonlit woods. A thin white cloak covered their body, and under it a white robe of the same color. Despite the relatively light garment, the figure didn't seem bothered much by the cold or the fact it was traveling through a dangerous forest at night. One might mistake the figure for a ghost or spirit of sorts, if one was the wary sort. Slowly, the figure came to a stop as if it had trouble stopping itself from moving and turned its head towards the sky. White strands of hair were caught in a cool breeze as it passed, a quiet, tired voice breaking the silence of the forest. The moon was beautiful tonight, but of course it was always beautiful.

[color=Silver]"...I've wondered a bit too far."[/color] She grumbled quietly. How tiring. She had rather enjoyed the quiet walk, and had gotten a bit distracted by the smells of the forest. Of course, now she'd have to walk back, and she honestly didn't want to head back to the castle and possibly work like she was [i]pretty[/i] sure Rose would make her...or worse, study. All those tiring troublesome things that mildly irritated her that she really didn't need. The night was much too beautiful to spend the time indoors doing such work. She'd rather be outside under the soft moonlight, doing the one thing she did best.

Sleep.

Celia yawned as she fell to her knees as she let herself fall, followed shortly by her upper body hitting the ground with a quiet thud, her face hitting the ground in a very careless fashion. The cool ground would be her bed for a bit. As comfortable as beds were, she still couldn't help but to like the feeling of sleeping on the ground with cool grasses and leaves beneath her as her bedding. With another yawn, the girl dragged her arms across the ground, bringing them to where her head rest as she piled a few leaves under her head, making a makeshift pillow. She wasn't worried about being beset upon by any sort of animals. They tended to avoid her, after all and as far as hunters or some sort of person went...well, she'd deal with that if and when it happened.

A final yawn escaped her lips as she rubbed her head against the makeshift pillow.

...the forest smelled lovely tonight, didn't it?