Walk in the Woods

Sorrel was...somewhere. That was, she had been somewhere, and now she was somewhere else. After moment’s flapping panic, she’d found herself on the ground; a minor improvement, given that this still didn’t answer what, exactly was going on. And then, with a huff, she’d picked herself up to study the thick trees around her. Hmm, she mused.I’ve never seen trees like these. She shook the inane thought aside, loosed it from the grasping feeling that Something Was Wrong, and started a desultory tramp in a direction that seemed as good as any other. It wouldn’t be the first time a concoction had gone awry and it wasn’t like transportation to a forest was the wildest thing that could have happened. The trees opened, thinned out as she walked further - hopefully some sort of civilisation was close. Sorrel peered around her as she went, heart growing increasingly heavy as the plant life around her remained stubbornly alien. The barest resemblance of leaf and bough not enough to soothe the stone-heavy realisation that she was not in the place she considered home. She came into a clearing. The trees around her had large roots, carved into the land and large enough to hold a person - Sorrel had never seen trees of that size, and this, of all things, made her stop. Where am I? floated through her mind, before being replaced by, where was I? Anxiety bubbled up her stomach, her chest, and finally, trickled out her mouth in a peal of laughter. Clutching her fingers in her sleeves, she turned, sharply and - - and there was a man, sitting under the trees. Sorrel stared at him. Sorrel Carried away by the truculence of my world, I got lost in the search for enlightenment, The blue rain covered my roots, And I forget where I came from.