It was an uncanny feeling, entering the great forest. The ambience around them changed, becoming close and still as in a library, yet incongruously, distant sounds could be heard very distinctly. The air was full of smells known mainly by instinct: that of the rich, loamy decay of the forest floor, pungent, vibrant sap, the timeless smell of the damp forest vapour itself, like the first breath of air when the world was new. Staring about in rapt wonder, becoming lost in the beauty which surrounded them, forgetful of any possible danger, the refugees made their way amongst the monolithic evergreens, which stood like massive columns supporting the forest canopy high above. Directly above, through the dense foliage, bright stars could be seen.
The trail into the forest rose steadily for some time, and the travellers could see dim shapes moving in stealthful silence about the bases of the trees, and it was with some misgiving that they knew their movements were closely watched.
The women had folded down the wagon’s canvas cover, and looking about, Deborah was entranced by bright silver and gold lights she saw darting about through the trees. Some seemed to be playing, chasing each other about, while others began following the travellers as though made curious by their strangeness. She thought that if they moved close enough she would be able to discern shapes within them. Theuli noticed the lights too, as did Rani and Zuic.