Akyran's Folly
Pilgrims determined the way, instead, by the stone monoliths that marked the path, though even these were often swallowed by the forest.
Water gathered in puddles on the ground, though the greenery was so thick, if there was mud from a recent rainfall, we were kept from it. Fairies with eyes like black berries, moss like clothing, and mud streaked limbs, watched us from the branches. A faun, her horns green-tinged and her hair netted with weeds, stood so still amongst the trees that at first, I had mistaken her for one. She tilted her head slightly as we passed close by her, as if considering whether to stay or run.
“Did you see…” Akyran murmured.
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