in the middle of the night; anyone

[Amanita]

amanita in the middle of the night - i go walking in my dreams . . . She wasn’t even sure it made sense for her to be here. Crawling from the oily grasp of the shadows once more. The mare shook her mane in front of her eyes to partially shield them from the morning sun. It made even less since for her to return in the spring, the time of new birth. Death was more her speed, her more constant companion. Yet here she was. Trailing through paths that reeked of familiarity. Easing through the old stomping grounds her nose seeking anything familiar and finding none. It was what she expected. She eased up to a tree a million times older than herself and scratched her blood red hide against it, relieving her skin of some more of her winter coat. It was the one thing she was most proud of, the black tresses contrasted so nicely with the bright auburn coat. At least they usually did. Today she still had too much of the heavy covering which looked dull in the bright sun. She itched more and watched the thick fur fall away. Finally. The red mare flipped away the dark hair now that she was in shade. Her eyes scanned the terrain. She supposed she could have wandered into the Field in her search for a little companionship but somehow that reeked of a desperation she didn’t quite feel. Besides, her loyalty lay in none of these lands and most likely never would. She was a wanderer by nature, in and out of the borders like they meant nothing. She wouldn’t want to give the wrong impression that she was seeking a home when she wasn’t. She sighed and leaned more heavily against the sturdy trunk of the tree. A low whicker passed her lips. Anybody out there?