The calling of the beings that had taken nest in the crowns of the trees filled this portion of forest with a different kind of life. Since Thornwood was a bit separated from Malady's Garden, the feeling of gloom and doom was not as pronounced as the Garden's abject misery, even this deep in.
They walked along the edge of the meandering riverbed as it led them deeper into the forest. The cracked earth stretched beside them with the same presence as a disfigured wound. Above, the canopy was thick with enough leaves to create an oppressive blanket overhead.
The world was moderately calm and cool because of it.
The air here carried the scents of the Loebron tree, which was the most common of the overgrowth within these parts. It was rather different from the foliage within the Garden, as corrupted was not that entrenched within its nature.
