Deepwood Weald ²tenn' enta lúme

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The beige woman moved to the silver’s side, as she signed her to. She was now under the safety of the weald; it felt good to have a place to call home. Her yellow gaze turned to the tangled trees to study them. It was a fortress, this weald, that only it’s inhabitants knew what holds beyond the rather.. creepy façade.

“I hope it will soon,” silence, “Perhaps the storms switched places with the underground,” it was impossible indeed; still, she was curious what caused the earth to wake. Whatever it was, it wouldn’t last forever.. Would it?