The unearthed man brought both hands up in front of him in a surrendering gesture, pausing his steps to declare, "Alright, yeesh. How am I supposed to know what this crazy forest can or can't do?" He regained his pace then, ragged tail swishing in broad arcs behind him. For a few long moments, he just watched the Duskwight's back, the old man's form bending and swaying in an invisible wind as he moved. The unearthed man turned his face upward, peering through the holes of the mask towards the canopy, and managed to make out glimpses of blue through the trees.
The sky. Inexplicably, it bolstered him to be able to see it. He could almost remember how open spaces smelled...
This thought confused him, so he shook his ears and brought his gaze back to the Duskwight. "I don't really understand how a forest can want to kill people anyway. I haven't done anything to it, except... well, not be dead." There was a pause, and then a bit quieter he added, "Thanks, though."
The sky. Inexplicably, it bolstered him to be able to see it. He could almost remember how open spaces smelled...
This thought confused him, so he shook his ears and brought his gaze back to the Duskwight. "I don't really understand how a forest can want to kill people anyway. I haven't done anything to it, except... well, not be dead." There was a pause, and then a bit quieter he added, "Thanks, though."
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