The forest was one of the few things that did not immediately require scheming around.
No Entropy, no folks trying to get me involved with them, no politics, just trees, cold air, and the sound of birds arguing about something in the canopy forty meters up.
The sunlight came through the leaves in moving fragments, the kind that shift and resettle with every breath of wind. The path we were on was not really a path either, just moss and occasional shallow puddles that caught the light.
[The calm here is almost anus-unclenching in its serenity…] The thought surfaced as I stepped over a shallow puddle.
Nom-Nom was walking beside me and had said nothing for nearly an hour now.
And that was just as notable as the calm of the forest.
