
Unlike most of the group Songbird wasnât getting scared by the mysterious taps he received as they trudged along; he was, on the contrary, getting mad. âOi, stop that, will ya!?â The white-haired nobody screeched in frustration as something brushed his hat off his head. When he bent down to pick it up something poked his bum. Okay, thatâs it! Nobody touches the Birduâs butt!
Most especially not some celerydang treeant or ghost!âGRAAAAAAAAAAAH!â He jumped up and roared. The ethereal disturbances stopped soon after.
"S-so, how was it the last time you were here?"Not really the best topic to open with Songbird, and he hesitated to answer seeing how nervous Jasper already was. The item hunter skipped the question and opted to pat her on the hand instead. A few seconds later they saw a marked tree blocking the path and the nobodyâs suspicion was proved to be correct. âHa! I knew they were moving!â Songbird huffed out before hearing a loud banshee-like scream.
The forest was starting to get the Lost Souls and Avian didnât know how to react to their various stunts. The redhead started chanting a creepy song, Lesley stole Martiniâs trident and the albino ran headfirst into a blocked path. The royal dragoon could only be glad that it wasnât his wife here right now because if Victoria was witness to these events, no doubt her whip wouldâve left bright welts on most everyoneâs butts.
"Let me at her! MEOWMEOWNEEOWWW!! HISS!(ă=^ಠçಠ^=)ă"Avianâs eyes widened as Lesley suddenly began clawing at the mermaid. It became apparent to him that Martini was trying to prevent the human from attacking a fellow Lost Soul, and though he had no idea why Lesley would want to scratch a friendâs face, he decided to help the guide restrain him. He and Martini ended up sandwiching the tall human who still kept aiming for Jasper and Inadi.
Lesley calmed down and Avian let go, at a loss for any other responses save for generic ones, so he gave the human a pat on the shoulder before moving away. âAre you alright, miss?â The soldier popped in between Inadi and Jasper, unknowingly breaking off whatever sort of awkward atmosphere they might have had going on here. âPlease donât get scared. Weâre a large group and the creatures in the Dark Side are usually peaceful, if not horrendous-looking. The truly aggressive ones reside in the Moors and the Blackwater Bogs, where Songbird went way back then,â He cleared his throat, noticing the remnants of a blush on Inadiâs face, and then stepped away courteously. âLetâs head back to the group?â Avian suggested quietly.
âI donât suppose youâll know a path around all of this, Song? Could we possibly ask the trees for help? Not that theyâd be very willing afterâŚââIâm not so sure, Brandy. I mean, I sure would if I knew where we are exactly⌠Itâs easy to form a route if you know which patch of land youâre on even if the trees keep moving around,â Songbird glanced at the bunny before crossing his arms over his chest. He mirrored Brandyâs irritated face since the humans discarded their advice and went on a tree-marking spree, so now theyâve got to deal with possible whiplashes. Just great. Best way to go for travelers lost in some forest.
âHey redhead, mind stepping back from the trees? I donât think theyâd like to see you right now,â The item hunter called out to Ace. He swore he saw a flash of red in the tree Lesley was inspecting, so their suspicion was right. This was the Forest of the
Ancients, after all. He just didnât bother to know which ancients they were talking about.
âEveryone, I think weâre better off navigating
through the blocked paths where the treeants canât follow us. Letâs scout around for less dangerous routes, shall we? And for carrotâs sake, donât burn anything down!â The white-haired nobody spoke up so everyone can hear.