[ Lucina gives chase, her feet beating in quick pursuit of his path. She keeps her eyes on his lowered head and the tail flicking above his legs. The further they get through the forest, the more she can see faint sunlight filtering through the leafy canopy above their heads. Far ahead, a mouth opens in the seam of trees, providing them an exit.
The lingering inhabitants come out in observing droves as they flee, poking mishapen heads and dilated pupils out from nooks and crannies, from knots in the tree bark and piles of leaves lining the brush. They don't try to interact, but merely observe, which may be even more disquieting.
(I'm sorry, I don't know how to make this interesting, so.)
By the time they reach the edge of the woods, she's slightly winded, and struggling to hide it. ]
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The lingering inhabitants come out in observing droves as they flee, poking mishapen heads and dilated pupils out from nooks and crannies, from knots in the tree bark and piles of leaves lining the brush. They don't try to interact, but merely observe, which may be even more disquieting.
(I'm sorry, I don't know how to make this interesting, so.)
By the time they reach the edge of the woods, she's slightly winded, and struggling to hide it. ]