Marquise
In reply to the last thing Kaede said, his spoken wish, “Don’t be blind. Be on the lookout. Every citizen in these parts has their own wisdom.” Marquise slid off the think branch he was perched and turned, partially. “With that being said, Kay, good luck.” Then he turned and strolled off in the opposite direction, off-path. The tree trunks looked as if they were devouring him in three blinks of an eye, as he strolled between them.
For when he continues, the path keeps at a mild overgrowth where the path is still clear and there aren’t very many foliage obstructions to cut down. 10 minutes at a steady pace, he comes to a crossroads. Which way to head; West, North, or East?
Why’s that?
Sorry, wasn’t sure much you wanted, so feel free to rewrite your own point of view for the second part of this post. (wink)