The only consistent evidence of it raining was the purr of raindrops drizzling on the thick canopy overhead. That, and the occasional droplet that managed to filter its way through the treetops. The overcast skies made it especially dreary, but in the cover of the wood, it was a lot darker than one would think. Whatever dim light made it to the forest floor, was just enough to keep the shadows at bay. It was a far cry from the desert she had been wandering just days before, and she was quite grateful for the shroud. Spring was a lot easier felt in the abundance of greenery. In the open grasslands, the wind roared uninterrupted. Tucked back here in the cover, an occasional breeze would filter through. But for the most part, everything was still.
Cassiela’s emerald green gaze roved her surroundings, noting the thick undergrowth that surrounded the game trail she traversed- careful to avoid the brambles that suck out to take hold in her coat. The tree trunks that supported the natural roof were sturdy. Not the largest she had seen, but mature enough to catch most of the wandering rays of sunlight. It was safe to assume that this was an old wood. One that stood against its fair share of time, and one that would not easily kneel to those invading its sanctum. It had its own secrets to keep, and would not surrender them lightly.
However, as she traced her winding path, a sudden 90-degree turn manifested at the edge of her eyeshot. It wasn’t until she closed the distance that she realized why. There was a sudden drop-off into what seemed like an enormous ravine. Leaning over the edge, it brought chills to her spine. That would certainly be a nasty fall.
