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It was unlike the girl to venture far from home, but she had been feeling out of place and uneasy inside the borders. Restless, and unhappy. But she couldn’t place what it was. In the past there was a simple reason for her foul mood, and now it just seemed like everything was wrong. So the female walked with a slow and undetermined pace though a territory that was off limited in her mind. The city was filled with things that Mati found frightening, but it was also home to all the things that she needed. Those things would fill her time and for the moment given her that satisfied feeling that she desired. With more supplies the more she could complete. And a finished task always felt pleasant. But even those things had lost their true luster. A painted picture, done to the best of her ability and looking as perfect as her hand could make. It didn’t have the same sense of prided as it once did. She had dozens now, flowers, animals, all sorts of birds, Haven Manor. None of them spoke to her. Her muse was faltering.
So she wandered, noon turning into dusk and the air grew cold with a winter chill. Another season dead, birthing the most sullen of them all. Yes, winter had plenty of colors, none that Mati missed. But they weren’t easy to find and too often it looked and felt as if death had simply rolled over the lands and they would never see a true color again. She didn’t want to be reminded of that demise, among leafless trees and a brown landscape. The city was always the same, covered in gray and for once Mati didn’t mind its repetitiveness. She turned the corner; foot paws carrying her over the broken concrete and stone. Idly she read the building’s faded sign and thought maybe there would be something she could use inside of it. The door was jammed, but was no match for the woman’s strength. The Earthen hued Church girl opened it, and stepped into the dim light.