Pinkie whistled as she wandered down the same road, just past a bend ahead and out of sight of the man ahead of her. She whistled a tune that's all over the place yet still has a happy rhythm. In her hand, she held a valuable-looking locket that she had just traded for a potion back a ways. She twirled it as she walks, managing not to drop it somehow. She usually wandered at night, sleeping only when she thought she had walked far enough, and she didn't really believe she had yet. She stopped whistling for a second and looked up at the full, fat moon that hung in the dark sky, glowing among the stars, and she grins. It was beautiful, night time had always been her favorite time of day because of the moon and stars.
Pinkie soon looked back ahead of her and continued walking, but the smile never disappeared and she did not continue whistling as she stored the locket into her bag. However, the sound of a fire suddenly reached her ears and she stopped for a second before she went on ahead where she saw a clearing, but she did not see the occupant, only the light of a fire. She drew the hood of her dark cloak over her head and made sure it covered her bright hair before she buttoned it to cover her bright clothes as well. It's best that she did that during the night any way so that she was not spotted as easily. With that, she began to walk past the clearing, and she hoped she wasn't spotted too easily.