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The sisters steadily made their way through the oaks and aspens of the Lowlands Forest, a blanket of trees that skirted the base of the Highland Mountains. Unlike Silent Pine’s reputation for the troublesome beasts that dwelled within, the Lowland Forests were known for a complete lack of predators and an abundance of natural foods, making their passage a comfortable one. It didn’t take long for Ponydale to disappear behind a wall of trunks, leaving the pair completely isolated from the outside world once more, now bathed in the heady fragrance of fallen leaves. “It’s a good thing you woke up when you did,” Celestia began without provocation. “I was hoping the ponies of Ponydale would help you recover. Lot of good that would’ve done.” Luna snorted, though the humour of her sister’s sardonic remark was blunted by the shadow of recent events that loomed over her. Celestia had turned away the first and only friends they had ever made, and she acted as though that meant nothing to her.