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Sorai froze as the tremor ran through the forest. The air seemed to shudder around them, and the ground beneath her feet shifted as if something ancient and powerful had stirred. The trees—towering, ancient, and wise—shivered in unison, their leaves rattling like the clattering of bones.
A cold weight pressed down on her chest, and her heart twisted. She shifted a little closer to Myr, her gaze drifting over the trees with the overwhelming sensation of being unwanted washing over her, leaving her with a hollow ache in her chest. It wasn’t the gentle embrace of nature she had expected; it was something far more distant, cold, and unwelcoming. "Perhaps, they do mind.." she frowned softly.
There was no denying it now—the forest didn’t want her here. It wasn’t just a casual awareness, it was an active rejection. She felt like an intruder, unworthy of stepping on this sacred land, and it stung in a way that words couldn’t fully capture. The trees knew she was not one of them, and they were letting her know, clearly, that she didn’t belong.
She shook her head, her expression falling. "This place doesn't like me, does it?" she asked, her voice small, as if speaking the thought aloud made it more real, more painful. Her feet instinctively took a half-step backward and her head bowed. Her voice was small, barely above a whisper when she spoke. "I'm sorry. I don't mean any harm.." she assured, her cheeks warming slightly.
A cold weight pressed down on her chest, and her heart twisted. She shifted a little closer to Myr, her gaze drifting over the trees with the overwhelming sensation of being unwanted washing over her, leaving her with a hollow ache in her chest. It wasn’t the gentle embrace of nature she had expected; it was something far more distant, cold, and unwelcoming. "Perhaps, they do mind.." she frowned softly.
There was no denying it now—the forest didn’t want her here. It wasn’t just a casual awareness, it was an active rejection. She felt like an intruder, unworthy of stepping on this sacred land, and it stung in a way that words couldn’t fully capture. The trees knew she was not one of them, and they were letting her know, clearly, that she didn’t belong.
She shook her head, her expression falling. "This place doesn't like me, does it?" she asked, her voice small, as if speaking the thought aloud made it more real, more painful. Her feet instinctively took a half-step backward and her head bowed. Her voice was small, barely above a whisper when she spoke. "I'm sorry. I don't mean any harm.." she assured, her cheeks warming slightly.