>"Thanks!"
>Turn to Mystia.
>"Well, west it is, I guess."
>Try to find as clear a spot as we can to begin picking our way through.
>The faerie doesn't reply.
>Mystia nods. "It's something, at least."
>You look toward the western side of the path, and start to work your way through the woods. It's difficult, but not impossible. Mystia follows a few steps behind you, largely using the trail you blazed. You continue on like for several minutes, dodging under low branches, around inconvenient bushes, banging your red wings on the occasional limb, and scaring off a deer at one point. Aside from the deer, the forest is fairly quiet. And while it's difficult to traverse, at least it hasn't tripped you or tangled you up too much. Still, you imagine the log faerie probably has a much easier time of this than you are.
>After maybe ten minutes of this, you come across a another largish trail. It stretches toward the south in one direction, and angles slightly northwest in the other.
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