The Sentinels Offer me that deathless death

"Well," Norsamu cocked her head to the side, as she looked at the area before her; it seemed like a glorious forest had once stood where she stopped, but around were obvious marks of smoldering life. She had passed by the sandy beaches and bright green plains, only to end up in a place with history of burns, "I don't know where I am," despite sounding defeated, she let out a loud, and bellowing laughter, seemingly finding her predictament amusing.

With the deadwood standing tall, and barely any life to be seen, it'd be difficult to find anyone to lead her to, well, anywhere really. The dark female could see the small lifeforms scurry on by, a few bugs, and rodents, but something such as a deer, or a large hare had yet to be spotted. The area was like a graveyard, and a few massive tree tombs looked like they were ready to snap, falling to the scorched land. The chilling area posed no effect onto Norsamu though, for she held her friendly grin, and took each step forward like a small dance as she hummed through the dead forest.

Her happy attitude was out of place and didn't drop, even when her eyes caught upon another in this area, "Yo," Norsamu didn't even put up any signs of caution or wariness, rather she seemed to bob every so slightly to her inner tunes of music, as she hummed with each step.