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Perhaps there is yet a certain fondness for the darkening wood of
spiders and beech that Eris has uncovered. Her footsteps are silent
as she crosses over the brook of unmentionable magic and jarring
confusion, careful not to fall into the enchanted waters or rustle the
sticky webs of sickening beasts that are sure to linger nearby.

The dark-headed woman is cloaked in a dim, greenish-blue light that
seeps in through the leafy canopy above, the air of autumn and the
setting sun keeping her on edge. Bare feet are silent against the fallen
leaves, careful for everything they tread on and as alerted as her eyes.
She knew she was not alone.
’ Watching people… it can be considered rude, you know. ’