[center][h2]Frighder Forest[/h2]
[sub]I think it went that way.[/sub][/center]

    Ainra seemed to be well at home in the forest, looking around with casual curiosity at the various flora they passed. The lack of light didn't seem to bother her either, as the waning visibility in the forest didn't seem to stop her from looking around. She was well over her tantrum with Grezola, but hadn't said much conversation-wise as they wandered along the beaten path.

    Of course, the equivalent of a tank plowing through the trees was a little bit more notable. When Jenso asked her though, she didn't have much of an answer. [color=forestgreen]"Jenso, me seeing [i]anything[/i] with wheels is a commodity. When I said I came down for the festival, it was pretty literal; I live in the mountains. Your guess as to whatever might've just rolled through heavy trees like this is automatically better than mine."[/color] She knelt down herself, putting her fingers in the turned-up dirt and soil, then looking along the devastated path. [color=forestgreen]"Well, you're the one with the map. What's in that direction?"[/color] If anything, this was more interesting than a vague prophecy. Big destructive things are always the most satisfying to destroy, after all.