You push aside a curtain of willow branches and step into the grove, gasping softly at the sight as you take in the scene. Amazed, you sit down and pull out your notebook and begin to sketch the dappled sunlight on the forest floor. Unseen, Laurel watches from the shadows of her laurel tree, with curiosity. After a few moments, she steps forward cautiously, " Hello," Laurel says softly, her voice like the rustling of leaves. "You're not from around here, are you?"
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