They retired to a study room to pour over the research Vano had indicated, Aria frowning as for a very long time they seemed to come short of anything useful. That was until the mention of these ‘Whispers’. They sounded important, and thankfully Bol had a LOT to read in the records about them (even if they were incomplete as well). 
“Mhm, sounds very suspicious.” she agreed. “I’d say we need to find this grove and see if we can discover these ‘Whispers’ for ourselves.” maybe it would help them to contact Renso, too. She sighed softly at his promise about doing normal couple things, getting up from her chair as she leaned into his touch for a brief moment before stepping back.
“If only. I’m kind of bummed this has gotten in the way of everything.” she admitted with a wry smile before shrugging again as they made their way back to find Vano again to get some maps and directions to help them find the grove.
Before they left, Vano had dragged her into another hug so tight Aria almost thought she would pass out from lack of air, the Mirialan whispering into her ear. 
“You be careful out there, baby girl, okay? I don’t want to lose my sister, too.” 
“Va…” she forced another smile, patting her shoulder comfortingly. “We survived a mass genocide, we’ll be FINE.”
“Maybe. I hope so. But I don’t like this. At all.”
“Neither do I…but we have to go.”
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 For a moment, they had thought the weather would be calmer. The lightning storm on the other side of the atmosphere, however, seemed to even rival the one they had barely escaped their first night on Zinuthra in intensity. She made a quick quip about Yerbol jinxing it with his earlier comment before she was forced to focus on steering the ship, both with the co-pilot’s controls in front of her and also through manipulation of the energy currents as they had once done as a group on Zinuthra. After what seemed like an eternity, a bit of cursing and praying and much anxious whining from the Tuk’ata back in the seating area, they touched down in the clearing Vano had marked out as the most likely place for this grove to be.

Slowly releasing the controls, Aria stiffly got to her feet again and glanced at her partner, nodding her head as she tried to swallow down the horrible metallic taste in her mouth. She felt sick. 
“Yeah-” the two beasts barged into the cockpit, their whines and growls increasing in pitch as they clamoured towards the duo. They kept making low, urgent grunts of “Uff! Uff!” which she had deduced meant something similar to their louder alarm call: trouble, danger. Their anxious exclamations and reluctance to physically let the couple leave the cockpit to disembark seemed to back that up.
“Bad! Bad bad bad!” whined the larger of the two. “Force bad!”
“Look I know it’s funny, but we have to go!” Aria had insisted, trying to dodge around them only to have the Tuk’ata’s teeth snap at her cloak, grabbing it firmly as she tugged Aria backwards, howling.
“Nooooooooo-oooo!” 
“Woah,  hey hey!” Aria protested, dropping onto one knee to scratch behind her ears. “C'mon Chwuq now you're being silly. We HAVE to go.” the dogs fell back into muted whines, clearly still displeased by the area they had landed in. She exchanged a glance with Yerbol. This wasn't good. It took some more coaxing and ear scratching but eventually they managed to make it down the ramp and back onto the peaty soil that seemed to dominate a lot of Quensu’s biome. They had indeed landed in a grove of some description, though up ahead the trees seemed to open out into a slightly wider space, a few scattered shrubs and dead logs taking their place. Nervously they inched closer to the middle, Aria glancing upwards as a sudden breeze seemed to pick up from nowhere, a low moaning passing through the tree branches above their heads. 

An uncomfortable cold shiver passed down her spine as they passed through the ring of trees, another heavy wind blowing past them and carrying with it an eerie wail, as if the disembodied voices were in great distress in what was possibly their final moments. 
“W-Well, you can tell why they call them Wh-Whispers, huh?” she laughed nervously, about to say something else though she jerked back abruptly from her next step with an alarmed scream, clinging to Yerbol's arm.
“SOMETHING JUST GRABBED MY FOOT! THIS IS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE I DON'T LIKE THIS!” 
“Hurt?” snuffled Taral nervously as he nudged her gently with the end of his nose, concerned she had been harmed because of her exclamations. Chwuq prowled nervously forward with her nose to the ground, sniffing at a knarled root that jutted out of the ground in front of them. 
"No, no I'm not hurt." she promised, letting out another breath though she didn't let go of Yerbol's arm. "This place is just SUPER creepy...."