The silence grew heavier the further into the forest she ventured. The moist earth squelched beneath her boots and she instinctively lightened her steps. The trees were larger this far in and the smell of moss and earth had grown stronger.
Neveah scanned her surroundings, but there were no signs of what the source of that strange light had been. Neither were there any tracks that could account for anything unusual enough to draw her out here.
Had she thought too much to it? Had she been waiting so long for something that her mind was conjuring up it's own mysteries?
She had tracked the light by memory, with only the general direction from the glimpse she caught on the terrace. And somehow, she had found herself navigating through the forest with an ease she could only attribute to memory.
