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I stepped into the trees, and everything around me became quiet. I didn't need to turn around to know that Traveller magic had now engulfed me. Looking over my shoulder would only tell me what I already knew; my friends were no longer there, the ancient trees had gone too.
Night had fallen around me, the full moon rose above the trees, lighting this final stage of my journey. The hard packed earth of the path was clear of roots and fallen logs. I kept a comfortable pace as I moved through the trees, my ears filled with the soft sounds of the forest. Sweet birdsong filled the air and my heart.
I wonder if birdsong has a stronger effect on me? So many Travellers use the word bird to insult me. But listening to the sweet sound of the birds in the trees, it feels more like a blessi
