Well, that was odd? Though, not so odd for the blonde girl. Her nightmares often caused her to thrash, which more often than not ended her up on the floor. The peculiar thing about this situation, however, was the fact that she was not in pajamas or wrapped up in a sheet. She was in the same clothes she had been wearing before... before. Before what? Calintha wasn't quite sure if she had fallen asleep or not. The last things she had done before waking up where a bit of a blur, and escaped any sort of recall.
Strange. Squinting her eyes, Calintha noticed something else not quite right. She was in a forest? The girl sat up, the grass crunching uncomfortably beneath her. The girl hadn't remembered anything about a forest, and this one was even more peculiar. The air was heavy and thick, impregnated with the unmistakable scent of roses. It make her frown, not only because of the smell and because of the fact that roses were noticeably absent from the landscape.
Besides that, the forest was old. The trees were thick and close together; the forest floor was dry and it crackled when she moved. That made her front. Calintha got up and dusted off the clinging grass on her clothes. It looked green enough, but it still crackled like dead whenever it was moved. The girl slowly moved her way over to the nearest tree, laying her hand on the bark.
It was even more strange that she had not a clue what kind of tree it was. Normally, she could at least put it into some kind of category, but this one escaped explanation. The bark was smooth, but had texture. The roots were twisted and old, and the branches... Calintha looked up to the sky, following the line of the trees. The branches were completely bare of leaves; and yet the floor was dying of lack of sunlight? It left her feeling completely uncomfortable with the whole situation. This forest was rotting from the inside from some unknown reason, and it bothered her to the very core.
Her fingers continued to absentmindedly roam the bark, while her eyes roamed elsewhere. Until her hand hit a rut in the wood. Brown eyes snapped back to the area, and Calintha crouched down (with much noise, unfortunately) to inspect it. It was rough and clean at the same time, like from a knife mark or sharp claws.
It scared her. She didn't know why, but it did. The choking smell of flowers, indescribably dying trees...it was incredibly sad and frightening at the same time. Looking disturbed, the girl moved forward into the forest, headed towards what she assumed was west, and towards the setting sun. It was going to get dark in this forest, and Calintha didn't particularly want to be lost for it.
