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She stared at the pillow with sad furrowed brows and then watched Sandy go upstairs. Then a thought came to her as she slowly edged her way to the door. When she was in the clear she made a dash for it, fumbling with the door handle a little, she made it outside with a quick shut-slam of the door she cringed at, for there was no way that little pegasus wouldn't hear it.

But there was no time to think about that as she cleared forty feet away from the house and beach and towards the woods. She looked back at the house. She frowned and shook her head mouthing a word of apology and continued on. This was her problem and she didn't want to continue to burden the stallion as that was how she saw it.
Sandy was just grabbing a little mirror when he heard the door slam. "Gwyn?" he called out. No response. He flapped to the window, and his fears were confirmed as he saw the plum pony gallop off into the woods. "Gwyn!" he shouted, not that she could hear him. He flew down the stairs, all but bucked the door open, and would've galloped after her if he didn't trip on one of Simmer's hoofprints and fall.

Picking himself up, he chanced a glance towards town. Judging by flashes of light, Simmer had already started attacking. Or the townsponies were fighting back. Either way, he needed to be there five minutes ago. But then he looked into the forest, seeing Gwyn's small hoofprints leading into the deep, snarling undergrowth. If he went to town now, he'd stand a chance at stopping Simmer. If he went to the forest now, he'd stand a good chance of keeping Gwyn, a pony in his charge, safe. And he didn't have the luxury of knowing if he could do both.

He did, however, have the luxury of knowing which failure he couldn't live with.

With a groan of frustration, he took off flying into the woods, scanning the undergrowth for any signs of the plum pony and occasionally calling out her name.

(To the Gwyn's tower thread?)