Shayre shrugged at her denying that possibility, not sure what to say back. It only had been a theory, one he hadn't given much chance, but it had been a possibility. He couldn't think of something else, not without risking the headache from before. It didn't matter really. They were there, and right now they needed to survive. What put them there, where they were, the why's an hows; they weren't nearly as important to him right now as finding a place to rest for the night. Still, he wanted to humor her, come up with a believable reason, something that would calm her down, something that would convince her that help would be on its way. Nothing came to mind however, and he remained silent.
They kept on walking, far beyond the point he had suggested they'd go. He wasn't sure why, but it seemed like stopping would require more effort than keeping on walking. Something about an object in motion... He chuckled out of nowhere, suddenly realizing how surreal this situation really was. The girl had a good point when she asked about dreaming all of this. Still, he doubted she was right. However surreal this situation, this world, was, he felt the pain in his head, the shock going through his legs when he misjudged the distance to the floor, he smelled the flowers, or were it fruits? He wasn't sure, but it was a sweet smell, and it came from the direction they were walking in. They were still going downhill, and it might have been his imagination, but the ground seemed wetter. Some plants resembling moss crept over the stones, a vibrant green giving hope, assuring him they were on the right track. He turned his head to look at the blonde girl, who was panting softly as she was struggling with the weight of the brown haired girl, not giving in, nor saying a word as she kept her eyes fixed on the ground.
It was then that he realized his feet were wet. At first he thought it came from the moss, which green color shined iridescent through the tiny dewdrops. But the truth was far more exiting. They had reached the lowest point, a small pond with muddy water, surrounded by trees with hanging leaves. He would have called them willows, had they not bore fruit. He recognized their smell as the one that had drawn him here, had caused him to slowly divert from their current course. This place was perfect, he knew it as he looked around. The water of the pond might not be ideal to drink from, but the moss around it had gathered enough dew for them to get water from. The trees would provide shelter, and if their fruits were as edible as they seemed, they would provide both liquid and food for them.
"Let's rest here..." His voice sounded way calmer than he felt, which might be a good thing, seeing the childish glee he felt upon seeing this place. He guided the others towards the largest tree, intending to let them rest against its trunk. Upon letting go of the brown haired girl, he leaned against the tree as casually as he could, breathing light and slow where he would rather heave and cough. Still, now they weren't moving anymore he felt his heart slowing down and his oxygen levels getting back to normal. When he felt confident in his ability to walk without falling over, he let go of the tree, making his way to the edge of the water. He wondered if it was too dirty to use to clean wounds. He realized it probably was, so he simply studied his reflection for a while. The guy that looked at him from below the surface of the water looked unfamiliar to him, and he felt a rush of panic go through his body once again as he felt unable to look away.
It's just the blood, you obviously never saw yourself looking this bad before... The voice in his head did have a point. The blood made him look like a zombie, half his face covered in a dark sticky goo. It was a good thing he had walked on the girls' right half. They would probably never have calmed down if he had kept the other side turned towards them. He hastily gathered some wet moss to try and clean himself up a bit. He left his hair alone, not daring to touch the wound itself. When he declared himself cleaned up enough, he discarded the now red moss. After gathering some new he walked over to the girls again trying to lose as little of the dew as he could.
"Here, we should get ourselves cleaned out just a little."
Appearance: These trees look like average willows, the main differences are: their leaves are more grey than green, their foliage is very thick, almost entirely hiding what is behind them. The fruits look like oversized peaches, yet have multiple small seeds instead of one big in the center.
Size: 12ft
Danger level: Extremely low
Bio: Slightly smaller than standard willows, these trees can be found around still water. Their leaves are usually grayish, but the moonlight makes them shine in a blue light. The trees depend on nocturnal insects to pollinate them, yet bear no flowers. In fact, their mating ritual is more like a blood transfer, with their sap bearing their DNA, to be transferred by those that crave their juices. Their fruits are delicious and sweet, but start rotting after little over 10 hours when separated from the tree. This makes them an excellent food source for those that live around the tree, but less so for those that like to travel.
