Not spying, not eavesdropping, just… aware.
The feeling wasn't heavy. It wasn't sharp. But it was there—settled around them like the forest itself was paying attention.
The air felt cooler, even though the temperature hadn't changed much.
The light from the garden behind them faded as they moved forward, and the deeper they walked, the quieter it got.
There was no wind, insects, or rustling of the leaves; just the soft sound of footsteps, steady breathing, and the occasional crunch of moss underfoot.
But none of them struggled to see.
The forest wasn't dark—not truly. It just muted everything, like it had adjusted the light and sound just enough to match their pace.
Their eyes adjusted naturally, without effort, like the trees were letting them through.
Thalynae walked in front, calm and focused. She didn't turn around to check on them. She didn't say a word.
