[i]This grass is strange.[/i]

Evelysia, a few feet into "the black forest" near her old home, looked more closely at the grass. Her keen eyes discovered the tendrils of green had small, spiked teeth, like that of a venus fly trap. She rose quickly back up, sneering at the strange grass. There was a faint sound emitting from them. [i]This is unsettling. Good thing I'm wearing shoes.[/i]

She kept walking, keeping to the cool shadows. [i]I must find this phoenix... there's no other way.[/i]