The barge continued forwards, and eventually, Shilan and her troop were once again entrapped within nature’s grasp. These trees were of a different breed from their northern counterparts. None of them were smaller leaved trees or bearing needles like some within Skaalben forest that winter. Neither did their bark have the same purple hue as those at the mouth of the Menesh. These trunks were uniformly thick, and tall, with barely an outcropping until its highest peak. The wood was a light brown, nothing outside of the ordinary for most Dundranian trees. Their roots were large and wild, creating massive buttresses that wove through the ground, covering it in a hardened net. The most mesmerizing part of these trees were the leaves that ornamented their crests above, as they were a deep cobalt blue.
The sense of wonder that came at seeing the light sky be eaten by twilight leaves quickly faded, as the foliage dislimned their surroundings, but just as they were about to light their lantern, a faint glow gradually grew in front of them. After a hundred meters or so of darkened rivers of pitch that slowly wound between massive trees and rolling hills, there grew large fungi on and around the buttress roots of the massive trees, which glowed a gorgeous, radiant hue that filled the air with light. Many bugs flew softly between these mushrooms, glowing like little green specks on a river of blue air. The river itself now appeared to be made of stars and sky, though the sky was nowhere to be seen beyond the thick canopy above…
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