Tis firm! ‘Tis firm as stone!

For what felt like the millionth time Haezel found a tree with the tip of her nose. She stopped to take a deep breath and to relax her neck which was growing tense from the stiff way she was forced to walk with her nose down. This place was unlike any she'd been to before and she was trusting it would be worth her time. A traveler had pointed her this direction. Supposedly this was the place she was most likely to find a rare mushroom. A mushroom she needed now more than ever. Haezel needed guidance. Without her familiar to help her travel or the cult to provide stability she was rudderless and without cause. She was unsure of her next move and she could think of no one better to ask than her dearly departed mentors. Some of her kind could enter Somnium at will, but Haezel wasn't far enough along in her training for that. To speak with them she would need spellwork.

Haezel held her breath as a sound caught her attention. She canted her head to the side to listen. Footsteps. She was sure of it. Though she couldn't yet smell whatever was coming a steely assurance settled over her with this realization. Whoever - or whatever - was coming was for her. Excellent. She was in need of assistance so that, surely, was what had been sent to her. There had been all sorts of chatter in the woods when she'd awoken this morning. While none of it had been particularly helpful in the moment one whispered phrase had stood out to her - and it was that phrase that now became relevant: found in the woods.

She seated herself, her head tipped to the side where she thought she heard the footsteps, and asked, "Who's there?"

WC: 300