On such a beautiful day, Prisma had a hard time sitting still. She didn't feel the need to run or play, but she did feel the need to just move. For most of the day, she had been following a calm flowing river. The sound of it was soothing but the forest was calling to her. Prisma wandered away from the river to venture deeper into the forest, not really expecting to find anything or anyone. As she walked though, she picked up the faint scent of another fume. She hesitated and sat down. Were these woods someones territory or were they like her and just passing through? Should she go and find them or leave them be? What to do, what to do.....
After a few moments of thought, Prisma decided to continue walking on the path she was headed and if she ran into someone else... Well, she hoped they'd be friendly.
