Neverwinter Forest living like we're renegades

Neverwinter Forest stretched out before her, rose up around her.  It was a living, breathing thing with a thrumming heartbeat all its own.  Sidonie was not a cultured creature prone to appreciating such refined concepts but she nevertheless recognized that in trailing through this great rainforest she was passing through something much larger than herself that had existed for centuries, perhaps eons for all she knew, and that would continue on just fine with or without her.  The domineering woman who was rarely humbled felt, for a flickering moment at least, quite small.

Great tree trunks were all she could see in any direction, and on occasion, such as now, she came across a fallen log that literally required her to climb over.  Its bark was slippery with lichen and moss, and all along its upperside were the tiniest of saplings, appearing little more than weeds, the future generation of the forest.  They tickled her pale underside as she padded the width of the tree trunk, then she left them behind as she leapt back to the damp soil of the forest floor.  Sidonie had surveyed much of this coastal land and looked upon it as something to be conquered, marked with her scent, tamed to her will.  This woodland, however, could not be viewed in such a light; the mist that lingered thickly in its depths, the cacophany of birdsong and occasional screech of hawk or eagle, the nearly continuous rustle of life within its canopy of leaves--all of these would never fall under even Sidonie's considerable dominion.

All she could do, then, was continue to traverse the rainforest's lush center, her ivory form a striking contrast to the greenery that welled up around her.  For the time being, she was silent and appreciative, two qualities that had rarely, if ever, been applied to the imperious young woman before.