I just wanna break this crown

With silent steps, the ghost queen moves through the thin grasses that grew beneath huge trees that looked similar to mushrooms. The wispy grey-green grasses reach up to whisper against her ashen pelt, but it does not grab her attention as it seemed to want. Instead, her focus is on the trees and their strange look. She wondered for a moment if she had come to some alien plane of existence where mushrooms were trees, but the cawing of Corvus in the sky reminded her of reality. "Yes, sweetling, search around." As if he had heard her command, the lightly colored magpie flew off to hunt for anything living.

She went deeper into the odd looking forest, noting the sap of some had found a way out, most likely through holes made by birds. There wasn't much interest in hunting, but she would not object to a meal. It felt like a different world here, one that was a few seasons behind the other. The air was crisp, and tasted faintly of autumn. Pale rose eyes watch the terrain before her, keeping an eye out for anything that would trip her up or make a sound she didn't expect. It was in her nature to stifle any noise that came from walking. Every now and then she could be spotted tilting her painted face to the sky in search of Corvus, even though he had probably made a wide perimeter around them to look for game. The bird was always hungry, and no doubt she knew what he was craving. She felt the sting as well, the need to consume. If the season was truly Fall, she would need to gain weight before winter. So she kept moving, hoping to run into anything she could eat.