Wynn looked around. Moss. Flowers. Gigantic trees, looming in the distance. Animals skittered about, and birdsong rang in the distance.
Oh no. Nononononono. But she didn't go back to the rip.
A sunny yellow path cut the landscape in two, the only noticeable mark of civilization in the forested paradise. A pair of young girls skipped along the path, one with green hair and one with blue. They laughed and spoke in a way that echoed so Wynn couldn't understand. She didn't need to.
"Do it again!" The blue haired child's face was joyful.
"No. We'll get in trouble." The green haired girl smiled mischievously, as if she enjoyed the thought of getting in trouble.
"Please? I won't tell anyone!"
Wynn turned away, fingering her dyed-gray hair.
Eria...