[The notion of being caught in a forest, forced to depend on her own survival instincts is what she would consider beneath her. In the Twilight, others have provided for her. Even in Hyrule, she had at least one who was inclined to do her bidding. And now, in this new world, this new situation, Midna is starting from next to nothing. That's not how any of this ought to be going. Menial labour is just not at all suited for her.

It doesn't stop her from wandering through the collective of massive flora and towering mushrooms, just in hopes of seeing a familiar face she can mooch off of. Taking stock of her immediate situation, it doesn't seem favourable. She's resourceful when she has to be. Challenge has never stopped her before and it certainly won't this time either. And she's not too proud to take advantage of a situation when she's in need either.

Which is exactly what she intends to do when she happens upon a rather modest camp-in-the-making. It's probably yours. Any food gathered? That's probably about to be hers, too. Because Midna seems very much inclined to make herself right at home. Or to simply steal the things you've already gathered.]

My, my, my. Don't mind if I do.

[Or perhaps this is a situation where you happen upon her tiredly wandering before she's gotten her theft and mooching on. That's always an option.]

[She's about had her fill of this. Not only is the forest just teeming with an impromptu adventure of survival games, it's filled with no shortage of obstacles. Pits made by the natural inhabitants of the forest, buzzing little creatures that have likely chased Midna more than once, sticky webs created by friends of the arachnid kind, and other like things that have taken up residency.

As the foreign object who definitely doesn't belong here, one might think she'd have a little more respect for the native creatures, but she's just insensitive enough to put that on the proverbial back burner. In this particular instance, she's found herself trapped between a rock and a hard place, a stumbling onto an abode she just doesn't belong in.

Something she could probably get herself right out of if she actually expended the effort to do so. Instead—]

Oh, no...! Whatever will I do? I'm afraid I can't face this on my own!

[She says it just loud enough to linger in the air, over the top, and unnecessarily dramatic. The truth is, she's probably fine, but no one else needs to know that. Won't you come to her rescue? Potentially get a free pair of wings? Realise she's a fraud?]

I've had about enough of this.

[On what seems like more than a few days into this whole ordeal (though it's really only been a few), Midna has finally begrudgingly accepted that she will have to play by the rules in order to get through whatever this nonsense is. When she's considered the nature of the Oracle hunts, this is not what she's envisioned. Somehow a battle or a war might have been more welcome, if only because it would seem slightly more familiar.

Beggars cannot be choosers, and Midna is evidently a beggar in this scenario. (What horror, really. A princess falling down from atop her grandiose throne.)

The moment drops of water begin to collide onto this, that, and everything, she's quick to take shelter beneath what she feels may be more sturdy, she scowls.]

If it's not one thing, it's another. [Shaking her head slowly, she peers out from underneath her hiding spot.] On the other hand, could be an opportune moment for a bath.

[They could all probably use one, honestly.]

[For all that she has been likely near unbearable for those around her in the midst of this little hunt for trinkets and trying to return some of the objects that she's found, Midna is not about to turn her nose up at a free meal. Especially one she doesn't have to prepare for herself. To her, it hardly matters the source, which could likely be a result of Midna eating considerably far less or simply not being as good at survival as she would think herself to be.

It doesn't take her long to look over what's being offered, still just as fascinating as any other food she's seen since her arrival. Everything continues to be so rich and vibrant, so unlike the muted tones and foreboding Twilight.]

Are you actually going to eat that or just stare at it? Because my patience is running out.

[She's kidding, of course. Midna never had much patience to begin with. Just let her have your food.]

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