She sighed and her horn lit up, illuminating the fallen crystal decanter that had smashed against the floor. She gathered it up before looking around, depositing the shards behind a cupboard. It was someling else's problem now. That had been exhausting. You see, a changeling scout's job didn't cease because she simply had additional responsibilities and a fancier job title. Oh no. She had a duty to fulfil. And circumstances being what they were, she was likely the first and only changeling to have not only made it this far into the Greenwood forest, but infiltrated a deer city and still be alive to enjoy the fact.