Haunted Wood are you feeling fearful sister?

Amalia twined and tilted through the trees. Branches reaching gnarled hands to the sky. Searching. Feeling. Wanting. Needing. That was how it felt. She couldn't quite explain. There was an oppressive silence to the trees and area. Broken only in minute moments with the chattering of creatures, but the sounds soon tapered off, as if a child hushed by overbearing mother.

Willow trees were her end goal. She loved them. Reminded her of home. Of Mother. Beneath their arms she felt safe. She twisted her way through the tendrils of branches. Allowing them to caress and slide along her head and back.

For a moment she stood stock still. Her eyes closed. Even breathing. In and out. The silence thickening. The world moving.