[Right][H2][color=#CA9BF7]Fia Blackfire[/color][/H2][/right]
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	Fia watched Carnatia leave with a sideways glance. Her lips curled slightly as she returned her focus to the map. Between Carnatia and Forbann, Fia felt that she would get something from this adventure. At least the endeavor was going to be entertaining. Fia waited patiently for her time in the bath, having a chance for her clothes to properly dry before the next leg of the journey.

	The next morning, clothes dry enough to travel, Fia waited as the caravan was prepared to leave again. The horses were guided from the stable to be mounted to the wagons, and the helping hands packed up what was removed for comfort within the house. Fia walked to Roxas as she offered her bag, placing her hands upon the elf’s. Fia told Roxas that it was okay, that no one suspected her of such, and there was no need to go so far. At the same time, Fia noticed that Carnatia went up the stairs some time after Roxas descended.

	For the couple days they traveled from the abandoned homestead, Fia rode with the others in the wagons, watching as the prairies turned into woods. The lingering clouds from the storm still floating in the air, white and fluffy. The air tasted clean as the smell of the fallen rain wafted through Fia’s nose. Her eyes were closed as Roxas played the flute. It looked like the elf’s mood shifted since that night, seeming much more calm and pleased with herself. If not the flute, then it was whittling away at some scraps of wood. Fia graciously accepted a one to one likeness of her hairpin.

	“Thank you, darling. It’s lovely.” Fia tucked the charm away in her bag, careful not to put it somewhere it could not be broken. Fia returned to admiring the scenery and she spoke with Forbann about this and that. Mainly focusing on him as he walked next to the cart the few times he wasn’t riding.

	As the hours passed, Fia noticed the roads were surprisingly well maintained. She would have expected some erosion or decay after so many years. Actually, she would have expected them to have been eroded beyond use. Even if there were small expeditions inside the lands of twilight, sanctioned or otherwise, there was no one really capable of maintaining them for so long. It was small, but it helped convey some of the mystery the twilight lands could contain.

	Nearing dusk the group had finally slowed to a stop. They were prepared to make camp when their patron Vesemir was excited to continue onto the first ruined city not that much farther. Fia spent most of the time relaxing in the wagon, if not napping in it so she was ready to go further despite some questions from the others. She stayed with the others as Carnatia and Gray went off on their own to investigate the trees. To be honest, Fia barely minded the trees themselves, keeping her attention with Forbann, or listening to Roxas’ flute.

	It was only a matter of time. In the land barely more than a day, and the group found something marvelous. The tree Carnatia was examining turned out to be sentient. It wasn’t a tree, and it wasn’t an elf in disguise. It was something genuinely mythical. Fia got up and swiftly made her way over as soon as it became known to some of the others Carnatia’s discovery.

	“Oh. How lovely.” said Fia as her eyes gazed over every inch of the speaking tree, “I’ve heard of the ents, but was never able to find one. A create so in tune with the forest, can guide people with their roots. Helped lead the evacuation leaving the land free from further influence from the elves.” Fia walked closer, even resting her hand upon the bark of the tree, “Would it be possible for me to have some of your bark? Perhaps even a vial of sap?” Fia continued to fawn over the tree, wishing to harvest different parts of it short of cutting it down.