08-01-2008, 09:16 PM
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So it was back out to the place with the spiders. He had never learnt the name of the forest and the last face he had seen out there was a child during a thunderstorm. But this time, despite the fact that it had drizzled on him on the way out there, it wasn't raining by the time he had reached the edges of the forest. Sunset was prevalent; everything was doused in an orange glow and the cicada's and birds had started to carry on their songs for the evening. Dressed in his (un)usual garb completely with his banjo at hand, strapped and slung over his shoulder, Laurel ventured easily into the forest with a different pair of eyes.[/html]
Before he had been content with getting out of the elements, but this time he was geared up to investigate every little nook and cranny he could of the veritable labyrinth at least until it was far too dark to see and his body decided otherwise. Drawing in the smells of the forest and the muggy air, he stuck mostly to the path he had taken when he had been out in that unfortunate downpour but instead of finding that queer little cabin in the middle of nowhere, he took a different fork in the trail and meandered down it at a very leisure pace. So far, it didn't seem like it was all that different from any other forest he had ever seen, but as Laurel knew all to well, it wasn't what made up the forest, but rather who was in it at the time.