She closed her eyes and her senses were instantly invaded by her surroundings. The rich vibrant colors of the fall foliage, the earthy smell of the plants hunkering down for the winter, the musky-sweet smell of the leaf pile, the roll call of the birds, and the rustling wind gusts, rustling leaves invade her senses.
There were over forty access points in the forest that surround the mountain of Astraea but Evanora took the least popular trail.
Evanora walks without haste while enjoying the sounds of the branches creaking under the soles of her shoes, the rustling of the leaves brushed by the hem of her dress, the singing of the birds, the hum of the insects, and the rustle of animals rooting under the bush.
