Emberwood I'd dance in a storm in my best dress.

The colors of autumn were littered atop the forest floor. Old leaves crunched as Bhediya made her way through the trees. Ibis had left a strong scent trail behind, easy to track. Ibi! she called out. It only took a moment's work to find the girl's wandering shape.

Bhediya sped up to meet her friend's side and brushed up against her shoulder. She saw the solemn look on Ibis's face and matched it with her own look of concern. What's wrong? Bhe asked. The forest had seemed like a haven to her, but she hadn't stopped to think about how Ibis felt.