[ti]spawn[/ti]a silent walk

Árātō left Briarbane, finding solace in the active-quiet of the woods. Birchwild Grove- it looked like the woods he could remember, hazy watercolor-memories. He reached, taking one of the leaves between his fingers, feeling the leathery texture, the snap of it. It felt... real. He took in a slow breath- and the air felt smoke-bitter and sweet- and slowly walked through the woods.

The rustle of distant creatures, the shuffling of birds in the trees, the splashing of far-off rivers- It was all so familiar, and finally started to chip the harsh edges from his shoulders.