Mora looked about the all too familiar surroundings of the forest, sure she had heard the rumors, but she didn't really care to believe them. They were just the over reactive imaginings of frightened men who've seen their shadows... The female sighed as she walked quietly along the path she had taken many times before to get to her favorite tree.<br/>This was a tree she considered very special, it's willow branches hung low and tickled the earth, and not far a small bubbling creek trickled offering it's sounds to the beautiful music of the forest. As she stepped through the branches a few leaves stuck in her fawn brown curls, and tickled her flushed cheeks.<br/>Once settled in at the willows roots, she spread her plain soft green skirts about her like a blooming spring flower and opened her journal to begin writing.