🕑 Added 2017-11-05 07:21:29 +0000 UTC Thud. The Vulpix falls to the ground forcefully on her forepaws. Blinking away some brief tears from an unknown source, she strolls over to the glimmering pond nearby. Foxgloves dabble the side of it, and the weeping willow hangs gloomily overhead, its leaves beginning to turn shades of golden, scarlet, and tangerine. Her gaze lands on the reflected surface and she frowns. What stares back looks unfamiliar, but she doesn't know why. A leaf spirals down in a cascading grace, and breaks the image once it hits the surface of the water.
