Blackfeather Woods Purple Spotted Zebras

She flashed a smile — Sure, follow me, — and turned towards the Grotto. She warned the boy to stay away from the swamps; he was too small to be treading through the treacherous depths. But with the right supervision, he would be fine walking through the muck and grime of the eastern edge of the Woods.

The shift from Woods to Mire was audible; the caws of the ravens and crows melted away in favor of the croaks and chirps of frogs and insects. And then, near silence. There was something about the Grotto that kept it protected from loud keening sounds or annoying insects. She long theorized that it was the magic around the area, the same factor that allowed for the wisps to float gently in the breeze around them. They never ceased to amaze her, but she kept walking towards the Temple, intent on showing Seff every aspect of the Woods.