Prompt #2 for Dark OQ Week: Adapting to the EF.
Summary: Regina watches in amusement as Robin tries to find his way home in the Enchanted Forest.
She smirks as she watches him flounder through the mirror. He has a compass in hand and a map but still he struggles.
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He'd grown tired of being cooped up in the castle in with her. He was a woodsmen through and through, stone walls would never suit him.
She'd been reluctant to let him go, claiming that this forest was not his own and he would surely be lost. Of course, he'd vehemently disagreed and a wager was struck. If he could find his way through the forest and back she'd spend a week in the woods with him, with only a mound of hay separating her from the dirt of the forest floor. If not, he'd spend the week in the castle walls adhering to every beck and call.
No sooner had he shook her hand, did he find himself transported to the center of the forest in a cloud of smoke. Still he wasn't shaken up. He'd spent all his life in a forest, surely he could navigate this one.
He checked his map, compared it to the sun and studied his compass before confidently heading out in what he was sure was the right direction.
He'd hardly gone twenty paces before a crow appeared and dropped a note at his feet.
Not even close, thief.
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