Blackfoot Forest Rosengarten

Aveline followed, prancing along wath a jovial attitude. Her brown orbs took in everything as they walked. She felt at home with Minna alongside her, chattering away in German. They weaved their way through leafless thickets and around thick, dry trunks. It was funny how the forest floor remained shady even after most of what makes up it's canopy overhead was gone. Suddenly, she found herself wondering what happened that the Wilds. Why was everything so... dead looking? It wasn't a fire, for nothing was scorched and black. It could have been a drought, but the water that was now present showed signs of being there long before she arrived. Stumped, she turned to Minna to ask. 

"Wenn Sie nichts dagegen fragen mich , was hier passiert ist ? Warum sieht alles so ... na ja ... tot?" She inquired as they continued to walk. Soon a mountain loomed up in front of her, large and grand. It was a maginficent sight and Aveline couldn't help but gasp. "Wie schön!"