Serenica walked in a straight line. She thought she was used to talking with the nature with every step, or at least, she tried to respect the moss she walked on. As she searched for the next decent spot to put her foot on, she half expected there to be blood on the vegetation, she didn't know why, though.
As she traveled through the forest, she kept looking for signs of fae being there. She would have liked to meet them. As the Mother had been on her side, she expected the rest of this unreal reality to support her as well. She knew that this was the folly of young girls, not the rational cynicism of grown women, but she wanted to meet the fair folk and ask for directions. Her legs began to ache and the pathless path straight ahead felt too long. She wanted a shortcut, even though she knew some things about geometry. The straightest possible path was supposed to be the shortest one, but forests did not obey the rules of geometry, if anything, they broke those rules on purpose.
