Private Roleplay I don't need that no, heres to thinking you'd understand.

speech emotional actions thoughts
Dirige

The cheerful hum of the crimson fields had long since faded behind her.

Éabha wasn't entirely sure when the flowers had disappeared beneath gnarled roots and towering trunks, but she was sure she'd never seen trees quite like these before. Their branches twisted overhead like crooked paws, weaving together until only slivers of pale daylight filtered through. The air smelled damp and earthy, carrying the faint scent of old bark... and feathers.

So many trees... she murmured to herself, lime-green eyes darting from one shadowy tunnel to the next. Do they all look the same, or am I just turning around a lot?

She giggled at the thought.

I am pretty good at getting distracted.

A sharp caw echoed overhead.

Her ears shot upright.

Oh!

Instead of shrinking back, Éabha craned her neck until she nearly toppled over, searching the canopy with open fascination. Perched among the branches were ravens. Dozens of them. Maybe hundreds. Some preened their feathers while others simply stared, their glossy eyes following her every movement.

...Hi.

She wagged her tail.

Another raven answered with a rough croak.

You're really pretty! ...A little spooky, but pretty.

The pup resumed her wandering, nose brushing against moss-covered stones as she sniffed everything she passed. Every tunnel looked like it led somewhere new. Every bend promised another mystery. She hardly noticed that the path behind her no longer looked familiar.

Oh... was that tree there before?

She glanced over one shoulder.

Then the other.

...Huh.

Instead of worrying, Éabha shrugged.

I'll figure it out eventually.

Her paws carried her deeper into the grove, humming softly to herself as the ravens continued their silent vigil above. One fluttered from its branch to another, then another followed, as though passing along some unspoken message.

Éabha never looked up.

She was too busy peering into the mouth of another winding passage, wondering what—or who—might be waiting around the next corner.