The Forest Of Obscurite was dark. Not just dim, or a little gloomy, but dark. Swallowing her pride Tara allowed for Greth to lead the way and kept close, doing her best to stay in the puddle of light from his torch.
“Watch your footing,” he’d warned her. “Nothing like this bitch to send you down cliffs you wouldn’t even know existed till you’re fallin’. She’s a clever one.”
“She?” Tara asked, crouching next to him as he’d checked the horses were tied up properly.
“She,” he’d nodded, checks finished.
“You act like it’s a person.”
“Who said it’s not?”