Deepwood Weald I'll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away

it was to her great relief that the clouds seemed to dry up, or at least move on, and the rain trickling down her pelt was no longer constantly replaced. the girl laughed again, and this time it was genuine - at least she hadn't failed entirely in her compliment giving. 

it felt odd, to be normal. after what she'd done, maybe she didn't deserve it. she probably had been morally inclined to let her father go, but whatever had happened, she hadn't thought about anything but the rage. she grinned, forcing the thought back, deep away. "I don't know - I mean, all I did was fall into a hole and get stuck." at the latter, she probed, "what were you doing there, anyway? this is the shittiest forest I've seen." it was alright, really - just eerily, annoyingly, similar all around.