When they left the base and stepped out into the forest, all the trees were alight with their autumnal shades, perhaps in reaction to being in the phlogiston. Birches cast golden leaves gently to the forest floor, oaks were blazing orange and ripe with acorns, ashes were aflame with various shades of red tinged with orange and gold, and laurels were green bleeding into red and then browning. Shaundar didn’t think he had ever seen anything quite so beautiful. He reached out and touched a laurel leaf. The fresh bay scent lingered faintly on his fingertips.
“Look!” Sylria exclaimed, pointing up into the branches. “There are even songbirds!”
And there were. Shaundar noticed them…
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