With a hop and a skip, I lead our small troupe into the green beyond.
It's always easier to leave the forest than to enter into it, and with Rilah at the helm, I had little difficulty avoiding many more pitfalls that she had recognized by smell, or sound, or humidity in the air.
On one such occasion, Fimbs has trailed a bit too far from the light, and Rilah warned her of the dangers, only a few seconds before the jaws of some unseen plant snapped shut, inches from where she had stepped. It seemed that the wind of her passing tripped its automatic offensive senses.
"Look at how close it got!" Rilah bragged, as Fimbs looked with mollified disbelief at the proximity to death that she had just narrowly escaped. "You had better be glad that I was here, or you would all be walking corpses, seven times over!"
