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It was not until Rohan was near the dirt at the bottom of the nothingness that he slowed. He hit the floor with a thud, not so dangerous as it seemed at first. It still took the wind out of him. His eyes had to adjust from the darkness to a bright clear day for just a moment, and Root fluttered to the ground beside him. Rohan's fingers dug into cold soil, and against blades of grass. The air felt cool against his skin, a lot warmer than when he walked through the portal. His gear clattered against him.

[color=298e25]"Ouch... Okay, that stung."[/color] He pushed upwards with his staff and dusted himself off. [color=298e25]"Root, where did-"[/color]

The smell hit him like a dagger to the throat.

Fresh food, living wood, the faint tinge of loam. He took in the forest around him, and went still. Root went rigid as the block of wood his vessel was carved from. They were in a forest. A fucking [i]forest.[/i]

His heart writhed in his chest.

[color=298e25]"...No."[/color]

He slid his staff into a sling sewn onto his bow sleeve and pulled out Wallbiter, wasting no time readying an arrow. He crouched down low, eyes narrowing to pins. Root leapt from the ground onto his shoulder like a rabbit.

Not good. Not good. [i]Not good.[/i]

There was no barren soil he felt safe enough to move towards, and even if there was, the thing that made this whole mess worse was that Rohan recognized the trees around him. They were redwoods and maples- [i]Japanese[/i] redwoods and maples, tall with canopies that spread wide. That was [i]worse.[/i] Why was it so much like Earth? What was he dealing with? The sun was up, allegedly, so he could see plain as day, but what about this realm of ever-changing chaos made [i]this?[/i]

His knuckles went white around the grip of his bow.

The others were falling in. They didn't know.

[color=298e25]"Quiet,"[/color] He growled, looking back at them with teeth bared. The owl on his shoulders was tensed up. 

This was already a problem. [i]Everything[/i] was wrong, right now. If it were just him and Root, this would've been so much easier. If they weren't in a goddamned [i]forest,[/i] perhaps there wouldn't even be a threat. But no, it was just his luck.

Both he and his familiar scanned the trees, the sky and the distance around them. There were wildflowers, he couldn't touch those. There was lush grass growing thick enough to hide something small in. A house ahead of them, a fountain overtaken by the woods... The water probably wasn't safe to drink for several reasons. Someone was cooking up ahead by the smell of it. Rohan didn't see a person walking the nure-en. That was good, at least, but he wasn't about to discount the possibility there was something masked as a person around here. But it was [i]strange,[/i] how this place was so calm.

There was nothing he could see. No animals. No eyes in the branches. The wind was faint, and it wasn't [i]speaking[/i] to him. There were no footprints in the soil. Rohan didn't see a damn thing that indicated any actual danger. Not at first.

[color=298e25]"Don't get focused on one thing, don't touch the flowers- [i]We're not safe here."[/i][/color]

He could hear the water in the fountain and a crackling fire.

The cottage up ahead seemed almost abandoned. He didn't trust that it actually was. It was entirely possible they just hadn't been noticed yet. That was usually how it worked, Rohan had ways to slip past their attention for at least a little while, usually by staying mobile. But even still... He already wanted to go home.

[color=298e25]"Stay close to each other. It looks like no one's been here in ages, but do [i]not[/i] get comfortable."[/color]