When the clock struck midnight, she left her comfortable home for the wilderness. In the moonlight, the filly wandered along uncharted paths that could confuse anyone. Anyone but her. The impregnable tangles of age-old trees parted before her like servants clearing a path for their lady. Dozens of golden eyes followed her out of the darkness, hesitant to take a step. Everfree Forest praised the mare, even if she didn't dare admit it. All she wanted was to know - why the nightingale sings.